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In the Lion City, within an unremarkable White Building, tropical vegetation enveloped it, creating an air of mystery.
At this moment, the summer afternoon sunlight refracted through the enigmatic structure. A bald man, whose age was indiscernible, swirled a glass of red wine in his hand. The room was simply furnished, featuring only two large sofas, a wine cabinet, and a Holographic Projector.
The bald man then closed his eyes and slowly savored a sip of red wine. His expression transformed into one of enjoyment, as if he were experiencing the most beautiful thing in the world.
"It seems he truly has luck on his side. The last time we prepared to kill him, he became so powerful. Now, sending such a large force to capture him still allowed him to escape," the bald man remarked with a calm demeanor, as if discussing something utterly mundane.
In front of him sat a tall man with striking blue eyes, who appeared quite handsome. However, sitting away from the sunlight gave him an ominous aura.
"What are you afraid of? People think he's a Zombie; where do you think he can escape to? Even if he manages to flee, he'll only live in darkness for the rest of his life, never able to turn things around!" The Blue-Eyed Man revealed a hint of a sinister smile as he casually poured a scarlet liquid into his mouth.
"Do you still need to drink blood?" The bald man looked at the Blue-Eyed Man with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
The Blue-Eyed Man licked the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth and replied with closed eyes, "I've gotten used to it over the years."
"Bad habits need to change!" The bald man set aside his glass of red wine. Rubbing his temples, he continued, "Notify everyone and issue a bounty of one billion Contribution Points for capturing Lin Yi!"
"Things that are ingrained in one's bones are not easy to change!" The Blue-Eyed Man stood up and approached the bald man, his blue eyes glinting with intensity. "And don't try to command me; I am not your subordinate! I will not allow anyone to control me again!"
"Fine, we are equal partners." To the Blue-Eyed Man's surprise, the bald man nodded.
...
At Washington Times Square, a massive LED Display Screen flashed an announcement: "Anyone who can capture Zombie Lin Yi will receive a bounty of one billion Contribution Points! Additionally, valuable information will also earn substantial commissions!"
Suddenly, all the screens in Times Square lit up simultaneously. They displayed images of Lin Yi's likeness after Corpseification.
The news about Lin Yi being a Zombie had already spread worldwide; this announcement further confirmed the reality of the United Nations Plaza Bloodshed Incident. Ordinary citizens who had been skeptical began to genuinely believe that Lin Yi was indeed the deeply hidden Giant Zombie!
With such a bounty on offer, many opportunistic individuals began paying close attention to their surroundings. According to authoritative sources, Zombie Lin Yi could appear anywhere! Discovering Lin Yi meant untold wealth!
At that moment, every newspaper—both print and digital—featured this news as their front-page headline!
United Pioneer News: Bounty on offer—Where has Zombie Lin Yi gone? This publication directly printed a map showing sightings of Lin Yi across various locations and provided tips on how people could spot him.
Peninsula United Daily: Once a National Hero, now the world's enemy! This newspaper presents a different perspective on Lin Yi's life, subtly warning the world.
Washington Post bluntly states: Zombie Lin Yi, a global tragedy! It criticizes Lin Yi as utterly worthless, portraying him as a demon who sacrifices the interests of humanity to fulfill his own selfish desires.
Based in Nairobi, Kenya, African Union News expresses more of a sense of regret. After all, Lin Yi rose from Africa and has helped the continent in many ways. The headline reads: The Path of the Fallen Hero. Whose pain is it? The article details everything Lin Yi did in Africa and includes opinions from relevant individuals.
Overall, African Union News offers a more rational description. However, since this newspaper has only been established for a little over a decade, it lacks the authority of century-old publications. Many believe this article carries a tone of sympathy for the Zombie, leading to protests outside the newsroom by emotionally charged individuals.
Some even prepared Molotov cocktails, threatening to burn down the newsroom if the article was not retracted. Although the newspaper called the police, these individuals did not engage in any extreme actions, leaving the officers to merely observe.
The staff at the newspaper found it inconvenient to conduct interviews due to the crowd blocking the entrance, effectively halting their work.
As night fell and staff members were about to leave for the day, the protesters still refused to clear the way. Eventually, someone shouted that Lin Yi had appeared nearby, prompting everyone to clamour for blood against the Zombie. The staff felt an unexpected gratitude towards the rumored Zombie Lin Yi, though such thoughts remained unspoken.
Meanwhile, not far from African Union News, in a dimly lit room sat two figures. Due to poor lighting, they could only be vaguely identified as an old man and a young man. Both exuded a musty aura reminiscent of creatures dwelling in sewers.
"I never expected we would meet again. All these years I've watched your position rise higher and higher; I didn't think you'd end up worse off than me," said the old man with a hoarse voice that seemed to echo from some distant stone gate.
Opposite him sat a young man with his head bowed, lost in thought.
After what felt like an eternity, he let out a deep sigh that resonated with endless resentment as if it came from the depths of hell.
"Perhaps you are the only one in this world who can understand me," he said in an even lower tone, as if something was weighing heavily upon him.
"I've been hunted by that person for several years now; he always calls me Zombie. Ha! I never expected he would use this tactic against you too!
But I can't understand why he targets you; you have no conflict of interest!" The old man squinted at the window as if fearing danger. Sunlight illuminated his head, making his white hair glaringly bright like snow on a winter day.
"I don't understand either. My entire Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps has turned against me; even my fiancée is trying to kill me! This is something I cannot accept. Why are they doing this?" The young man's voice grew agitated; occasional light reflected on his face revealed deep exhaustion etched into his features.
"Lin Yi, I have suffered too. Those closest to me treated me like a Zombie and hunted me down! Most of my comrades who followed me all these years have died at the hands of our own!
I once thought about ending it all, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why should I be misunderstood? I must make it known that Froeman has always been an upright person; I cannot be associated with Zombies nor be one myself!"
The young man in the room was Lin Yi, and sitting across from him was General Floman, the very first person he had encountered. However, General Floman was now a broken man, living in darkness day after day. The hundreds of loyal guards he once commanded had dwindled to just a handful, but even these remaining few were at least Three-Star level warriors, which was one reason why Froeman had managed to evade capture for so long.
As for Lin Yi, his situation was far worse than Froeman's. Not only was he suffering mentally, but the black liquid injected into him by Ouyang Shasha was seeping into his body. Even when Lin Yi tried to expel it using his own power, he sensed that this liquid seemed to be merging with his strength.
Even more bizarrely, Lin Yi found himself enduring torment almost every moment. Each episode felt as if countless fire ants were gnawing at his flesh, causing excruciating discomfort. He had no way to control the itching and pain that overwhelmed him.
Lin Yi suspected that the mysterious liquid injected by Ouyang Shasha was responsible for his suffering, but despite his efforts, he could find no solution.
"Right now, everyone has labeled you a traitor, a Zombie. How do you explain this?" Lin Yi looked up at Froeman, who had forcibly raised his power to Eight-Star Level. The old man exuded an aura of despair; he had been struggling but to no avail.
Lin Yi knew that if people wanted to prove who the Zombie was, they could devise countless clever schemes to do so. Just the former status of that person could easily turn Froeman's world upside down. Now that person represented the highest authority in the world and wielded immense power.
"I don’t know, but I do know there is someone!" Froeman stood up and stretched his limbs. Just then, he suddenly frowned and touched the communicator at his ear.
Then Froeman's expression darkened as he said, "Lin Yi, it seems their bounty on you is indeed effective. I just received intel that three powerful Mercenary groups have entered Nairobi!"
"A billion Contribution Points—now that's enough wealth to drive the world mad! They really think highly of me!" Lin Yi forced a smile before getting up to leave.
"Two of the Captains from these Mercenary groups are old friends of yours!"
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