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"Boom!" This was the sound of Ten Thousand Steps throwing Liu Hao, the Fellow, into the fountain. The fountain collapsed under the impact; it was a simple structure, easily damaged. Liu Hao was a Second-Stage Esper, and Ten Thousand Steps wasn't worried about exhausting him to death.
In the pool beneath the fountain, Liu Hao quickly summoned a Frozen Surface, lifting his head with great effort as he gasped for air.
Just as he tried to get up, he was met with a fierce kick from Ten Thousand Steps.
The kick landed squarely on the back of his head, forcing Liu Hao down into the water. It took over a minute before he could surface again.
He wanted to rise but was kept down by the watchful gaze of Ten Thousand Steps, unable to come up. All he could do was look pitifully at Bai Shuying.
"Your words have made me very angry. Really, do you still not understand what the world is like now?"
Zheng Yifan spoke with anger, but soon sighed. He looked at the group of National Treasures and their National Treasure Homeroom Teacher in front of him, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
"There are only three types of people in this world: the living, the dead, and those who are neither fully alive nor dead—living corpses. There are no distinctions between genders or appearances, and there are no backgrounds or connections. Even if you had connections in the past, you are just an ordinary person now. You are as common as the weeds on the ground or a drop of water in that fountain. Even if spilled on the ground, no one would pay attention; even if uprooted and left to die by the roadside, no one would spare you a second glance. The only difference between you and them is that you can still be used as food. With your appearance and body fat, you would be considered prime sustenance for those who have gone mad with hunger—food or perhaps even toys. The one thing you are not is human."
Zheng Yifan spoke eloquently. The National Treasures were distracted; they had never experienced hunger or true suffering, nor had they ever sold their bodies for a meal. They naturally did not understand the real cruelty of a post-apocalyptic world. Zheng Yifan wanted them to grasp this concept, but even he did not understand how to expect these people to comprehend it.
"Sigh, I really don't want to be this villain, but since we've come this far, let me give you another lesson. I hope this will be the most memorable lesson of your lives."
With that, Zheng Yifan approached the panicking National Treasures, who were huddled on the ground.
He casually pulled something from behind his back—a submachine gun manufactured by Ten Thousand Steps, identical to those from the Post-Apocalypse.
Once he had the gun out, Zheng Yifan first fired two shots into the air to prove that his weapon was functioning perfectly.
Otherwise, these people wouldn't truly be afraid.
Bang! Bang!
With two gunshots ringing out, fear washed over the women's faces; they dared not make any sudden movements. They understood that those in front of them did not wish to kill them; otherwise, those shots would have been aimed at them.
However, upon hearing the gunshot, they involuntarily stopped struggling. Bowing their heads, they sobbed quietly, waiting for their unknown fate.
Zheng Yifan approached one of the petite girls, who had a sweet and adorable appearance.
The girl was beautiful; even with dark circles under her eyes, she remained charming.
"Stand up!"
Upon hearing Zheng Yifan's command, the girl looked around in panic, but no comfort or help came her way. Finally, she watched as the dark muzzle slowly approached her forehead, and with a face full of despair, she stood up slowly.
Zheng Yifan pressed the muzzle against the girl's smooth forehead. In no time, a layer of cold sweat formed on her pale skin, and beads of sweat began to slide down her nose. The cold muzzle followed the path of her nose and finally lifted her chin, forcing her terrified gaze to meet his.
"Stop it!"
Bai Shuying shouted loudly to halt Zheng Yifan's actions, rising to rush forward.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three consecutive gunshots erupted near her feet, kicking up clouds of dust as dirt flew everywhere, shattering the glossy tiles on the ground.
Bai Shuying stood frozen in shock, unable to move, while Ten Thousand Steps had already aimed an enhanced submachine gun at Liu Hao, ready to fire at any moment.
With a finger resting on the trigger, Liu Hao knew that if he dared to resist, he would undoubtedly die. Without any weapons in hand, he felt like a toothless tiger; his superpower was of little use without specific weapons to complement it. In Ten Thousand Steps' cold gaze, he could only bend down and lower his head once more.
Zheng Yifan ignored Bai Shuying's transition from panic to despair. The muzzle continued downward until it reached the neckline of the girl's dress. With a cold gaze fixed on her, he said coldly,
"Take it off!"
Tears streamed down the girl's cheeks like a floodgate that had burst open. The other girls around her became noticeably restless. Zheng Yifan's piercing gaze swept across them, and they immediately lowered their heads obediently like ostriches, not daring to look up even once.
The girl quickly glanced at her nose through tear-filled eyes, tears flowing continuously without pause.
Her face was already flushed, but facing Zheng Yifan's cold gaze, she felt as if she were confronting not a person, but a monster, a madman, a dark lord of the apocalypse, a devil that seemed ready to devour her at any moment, exuding an aura of murderous intent honed in the crucible of war.
Uncontrollably, she trembled as she pulled down the zipper of her dress.
The girl stood before Zheng Yifan, shivering in her cute lingerie. Controversy sparked in her bright eyes as the Submachine Gun slipped down, preparing for the next move.
On the other side, Ten Thousand Steps could no longer hold back and coughed loudly, interrupting Zheng Yifan's wandering thoughts.
Zheng Yifan was drenched in cold sweat. If he continued down this path of evil in his heart, the future would surely become even darker. One wrong step could lead to an uncertain fate. In this apocalyptic world, he had to maintain a bright image; occasionally playing the role of a devil could provide these panda-like girls with an unforgettable lesson. However, if he went too far, what kind of future would await him?
Some boundaries should never be crossed. It was like a minefield—one misstep could lead to utter destruction.
Zheng Yifan did not allow the girl to remove any more clothing; instead, he scooped her up into his arms and slowly walked toward Bai Shuying.
Bai Shuying trembled all over but felt helpless. As Zheng Yifan took advantage of the girl in his arms, he scrutinized Bai Shuying's expression.
After a full five minutes, Zheng Yifan continued speaking.
"Do you now understand your situation? Do you comprehend your identities? I won’t hesitate to make it clear: Liu Hao, whom you look down upon, has committed heinous crimes outside. He has killed thousands of Survivors and seized vast amounts of food and resources, leaving many Survivors to starve. Among them are the elderly, women, and even children, as well as..."
Zheng Yifan had intended to mention other innocent lives lost; however, in this apocalypse, there were no innocents—only life or death, success or failure.
In resignation, he shifted to another topic.
"Today! He actually set his sights on me and crazily plotted to raid a Gathering Place with over a thousand people. He aimed to plunder from the leader of a Gathering Place with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants."
"It is precisely his foolishness that has led him into my hands, and now you are my private property! You foolish and ignorant women should now understand your identities."
With that said, he felt tears dripping onto his arm. It was the silent weeping from the trembling girl in his embrace.
With a swift motion, Zheng Yifan pushed the girl into the crowd of women, prompting another girl to stand up and remove her clothes.
Zheng Yifan's bullying behavior did not provoke any resistance or anger from the women. Instead, they all glared at Liu Hao, as if blaming him for bringing such a notorious villain into their sanctuary.
Liu Hao crouched by the edge of the pool like a drenched chicken, staring blankly. He observed the anger and hatred in the eyes of those girls and Bai Shuying. It felt as if he had plunged into the depths of Nine Nether Hell.
Perhaps Nine Nether Hell would be much better than this.
He cared about those girls, but he cared even more about Bai Shuying. They were Liu Hao's only reason for surviving in this apocalyptic world. Without them, he wouldn’t even know how to survive in this nearly lightless realm.
Now, from Bai Shuying's beautiful eyes, he saw nothing but hatred directed at him, like the most venomous poison in the world, corroding his fragile soul.
For a moment, Liu Hao felt utterly desolate; he truly wished he could just die. At least death would free him from these burdensome worries.
Zheng Yifan stood in the center of the girls, treating them like livestock as he ordered them to strip off their outer garments, scrutinizing their bodies with a meticulous gaze and making cruel comments. Finally, it was Bai Shuying's turn.
Zheng Yifan seemed particularly taken with this Ice Queen, circling around her several times before reaching out to touch her delicate face.
"Stop!" Liu Hao let out a heart-wrenching cry like an injured lone wolf; his voice was filled with sorrow and despair.
"Are you interested?"
Zheng Yifan made no further moves to touch Bai Shuying's skin but calmly addressed Liu Hao.
Liu Hao nodded furiously, his face flushed with anger.
Suddenly, Zheng Yifan grabbed Bai Shuying's silky hair as if dragging a dead dog, pulling her close to him while looking at Liu Hao, whose teeth were nearly grinding together in rage. He whispered softly, "But she is my trophy now. Do you want her?"
Bai Shuying, the ice mountain, seemed to have completely melted away. She was utterly paralyzed with fear, her body tense and unable to make even the slightest attempt to struggle. The terror coursing through her rendered her incapable of moving her limbs at all.
Panic felt like a demon, relentlessly destroying her psychological defenses, leaving her mind in a haze.
The words of Zheng Yifan echoed incessantly in her mind.
“She is mine!”
In an instant, Bai Shuying's heart turned to ashes. She no longer resembled the Ice Queen she once was; now, she was just an ordinary weak woman, waiting for her fate like a lamb to the slaughter.
Liu Hao said nothing, merely staring at Zheng Yifan, his gaze fixed and intense. His eyes seemed ready to pop out, blood filling his sclera as the blood coursed rapidly through his veins, turning him almost entirely red.
His trembling body sent ripples through the air, waves emanating from him and traveling far before returning.
“You want her? That's not impossible. I have plenty of women; I’m not short of one. As the leader of a Gathering Place, if I lack women, what’s the point? Right?”
“But… I can’t just give you such a beautiful woman because you want her. If you want her, it’s not impossible, but what can you offer in exchange for this beauty? What bargaining chips do you have left? What qualifications do you have to take her away?”
Zheng Yifan finally revealed his hand. He had no interest in this group of useless women who only ate, slept, and dressed up; his target was singular.
Liu Hao.
The guardian and protector despised by those women.
“I have nothing else left, really nothing. Resources? Your food could pile up like a mountain; you could even feast on the most precious meats in this apocalypse. Strength? You alone could handle ten of me easily enough, moreover, you have so many subordinates.”
Liu Hao shook his head with a bitter smile. “I have nothing! Truly nothing. I’m out of bargaining chips; all I have left is this last bit.”
After about half a minute of silence, Liu Hao finally made up his mind and uttered the hardest words he would ever say in his life.
“Look? My life is worth something? This is my only asset.”
Liu Hao's chest rose and fell rapidly, his fists clenched tightly, the bones in his hands cracking audibly.
But Zheng Yifan shook his head, his eyes quickly filling with blood. He was ready to disregard his own life and make one final desperate attempt, a strike that was almost certain to lead to death—a tragic last stand that he could exchange for his life.
"I need your loyalty, a lifetime of loyalty. Do you agree?"
Zheng Yifan finally voiced his last demand.
"I... I agree!"
With a glimmer of hope, Liu Hao abandoned the thought of a final desperate struggle and hurriedly agreed.
Little did he know, Zheng Yifan's smile immediately turned into mockery.
"I don't believe you."
Liu Hao knelt in the water, repeatedly bowing his head. The noble City Hunter kept smashing his forehead against the water, lifting it again each time he emerged from the Frozen Surface, spitting out the splashes of water from his mouth.
"Get up. I have two more tests for you. If you pass them, I will agree to your request... If you fail, I might reward this woman to one of my subordinates—a fierce brute or perhaps a soldier from our Gathering Place who has devoured many and killed countless as part of the Daredevil Squad. It's also possible she will be handed over to the Logistics Personnel at Gathering Place, destined to serve as a mobile service station in the military camp for the rest of her life."
"Their fate lies in your hands." Zheng Yifan pointed at Liu Hao with one finger while his left hand had already donned the Adamantium Shield. (To be continued...)
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