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墨書 Inktalez
Just emerging from the pile of zombies, still covered in the sticky stench of decay, the tension in my heart had not yet fully eased.
Suddenly, the three of us were blocked by a group of tall, burly men.
At a glance, it was clear these guys were trouble. Dressed in tattered leather jackets, their fierce gazes exuded an unmistakable aura of thuggery.
The leader, a guy with a Mohawk hairstyle, had a cigarette butt dangling from his mouth, flickering with sparks as if mocking our current predicament.
"Hey, buddy, you’ve got some guts," he said.
The Mohawk scanned us from head to toe, his eyes lingering on our blood-stained rags. His gaze was like that of a butcher sizing up a fat lamb for slaughter, filled with unmasked greed.
I cursed my bad luck inwardly; just when I thought I had escaped one danger, I had stumbled into another.
"Our boss wants to meet you guys to discuss some cooperation," he grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth. That smile looked like a starving wild dog spotting a half-rotten bun—both eager and disdainful.
Cooperation?
I nearly burst out laughing.
In this brutal wasteland where people devoured each other without leaving bones behind, the idea of cooperation was nothing short of a joke!
I quickly plastered a surprised smile on my face while my mind raced to devise an escape plan.
"Oh, it’s truly an honor to be recognized by your esteemed boss; we are really grateful!"
As I spoke insincere pleasantries, I discreetly observed the group of men before me.
Three burly figures stood loosely arranged, wielding rusty steel pipes and worn-out machetes. Their gear was unimpressive, but the ferocity in their eyes was unmistakable.
It seemed that escaping this banquet of treachery would not be easy today.
The Mysterious Girl maintained a cold expression throughout, as if the air around her had frozen into blocks of ice. She ignored the provocations from the Rogue Gang, standing there like a statue of ice, unmoving.
Zhong Dali, on the other hand, wore an excited expression, completely oblivious to the threats hidden in their words.
He gazed at the weapons in their hands with shining eyes, as if he had stumbled upon some rare treasure.
"Wow! A big knife! So cool!" he suddenly exclaimed, causing Mohawk's smile to freeze on his face.
"Huh?"
Mohawk clearly did not expect Zhong Dali to say such a thing. A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes as he stared at Zhong Dali like he was an idiot.
My heart sank; I feared this clueless guy might blurt out something even more shocking.
"I'm sorry, my brother isn't very bright; please don't take it personally," I quickly intervened, shooting a sharp glare at Zhong Dali while silently praying he wouldn't cause any more trouble.
Zhong Dali rubbed the back of his head in a guilty manner but couldn't help himself from pointing at the steel pipe in Mohawk's hand, continuing his foolishness.
"That's so cool! Wow! Is it made of iron?"
Mohawk rolled his eyes in exasperation, seemingly giving up on trying to communicate with Zhong Dali, and turned his gaze back to me.
"Enough chatter, come with us," he said, his tone shifting from the previous insincerity to one of undeniable command.
At that moment, a larger figure slowly emerged from behind the ruins, moving like a small mountain and blocking what little sunlight remained.
He was massive, with a grotesque scar running from his forehead down to his chin, resembling a centipede resting on his face, sending chills down my spine.
His eyes were cold and menacing, radiating an undeniable sense of intimidation; it was clear he was a dangerous character.
This must be their leader, the so-called "Rogue Gang Leader."
"You’re the ones who killed my men?"
He fixed his gaze on me, his voice gravelly and deep as if it had risen from the depths of hell, sending shivers down my back.
My heart sank.
So they were here to cause trouble; the so-called "cooperation" was merely a ruse to lure us in.
It seemed that today’s brutal battle was unavoidable.
"Boss, you’ve got it wrong; we’re decent people. We wouldn’t kill anyone casually," I replied.
I continued to play the fool, maintaining a harmless smile on my face while my mind raced with calculations of our odds.
"Cut the act," the boss scoffed, his gaze sweeping over us like a hawk, as if he could see right through us.
"Join my Rogue Gang and hand over all valuable resources, including..."
He paused, his greedy eyes lingering on me for a few seconds, like a venomous snake fixating on its prey.
"The secret you carry."
He must have been referring to my Soul Devouring Immunity Evolution ability.
It seemed they were not only interested in our resources but also intrigued by the power I possessed.
"This way, you can gain protection; otherwise..."
A cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth, resembling a beast ready to pounce.
"Just wait to be eliminated."
Eliminated?
That term was quite amusing—were they planning to dispose of us like trash?
I scoffed internally but kept that ingratiating smile plastered on my face, like a tail-wagging puppy begging for mercy.
"Clean up? Boss, are you joking? We're so weak, why would you need to do it yourself?"
As I spoke these flattering words, I secretly signaled Zhong Dali and Mysterious Girl with my eyes.
Left, up, fast!
These were the brief commands we had agreed upon earlier.
Left meant to circle to the left; up meant to prepare for an attack; and fast indicated that we needed to move quickly.
Mysterious Girl still wore a cold expression, but the corner of her eye flickered slightly, indicating she had received my signal.
Zhong Dali seemed a bit confused, but upon seeing my gaze, instinctively took a stance ready to charge, like a bull poised to spring into action.
The leader of the Rogue Gang and his subordinates had clearly let their guard down, thinking we were too frightened by their threats.
They were just about to step forward and take us away.
At that moment, the smile on my face suddenly vanished.
In its place was a mocking and icy expression, as if I had transformed into a different person.
"I'm sorry, Boss," I said softly, my tone laced with sarcasm, as if I were teasing a foolish clown.
"I have a little problem."
I deliberately paused, watching their expressions freeze in an instant, feeling a surge of satisfaction within.
"I don't like being... cleaned up by others."
The air suddenly became thick with tension, as if time itself had stopped flowing.
The members of the Rogue Gang all changed their expressions, their looks shifting from disdain to shock and anger, like a pack of enraged beasts.
"What the hell did you just say?!"
Mohawk roared, the first to draw his machete. The blade glinted ominously in the dim light, sending chills down one's spine.
The leader's gaze was sinister as he fixed his eyes on me; the scar on his face seemed to come alive, twisting like a grotesque worm, making one feel nauseous.
"You’re asking for trouble!"
With a command, all the members of the Rogue Gang drew their weapons, their eyes narrowing as they looked at us like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their prey.
The atmosphere became charged with tension, and it seemed an inevitable confrontation was upon us.
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