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"Poor children! I hope that in another world, you can come back with such ferocity, or when you face your God, you will repent for your wrongdoings!" Zheng Yifan forgave them for all their disrespect, madness, and everything they had done.
Because they were about to receive the most terrifying punishment in the world.
Zheng Yifan's injured hand held onto something he had almost forgotten over time—the Scorpion Tail of a Second-Level Zombie he had picked up beneath the Carnivorous Flower at Cat Ear Cliff.
After nearly a year, the toxicity of the Zombie Virus in the Scorpion Tail had diminished to a minimal amount. This amount was still lethal, but it had transformed from an instant death sentence into a mutated virus, acting more slowly and causing significantly more pain when it took effect.
This was all a result of the experiments conducted by those fellows in the laboratory. As for the subjects, they were all death row inmates sentenced to death by the Hope Gathering Place.
The group of thugs felt a tingling sensation in their chests. Each of their shirts had a small hole where Zheng Yifan had poked them; each hole was no deeper than a millimeter. It could barely be considered a light poke, leaving hardly any trace behind. However, they certainly would not feel grateful towards Zheng Yifan; instead, they harbored resentment. The depth of Zheng Yifan's poke ensured that not too much Zombie Virus entered their bodies. Yet, the residual amount was enough for them to mutate into Zombies.
And they would slowly transform into Zombies.
The first to be affected by the Zombie Virus was their Heart, the central hub of their body's circulatory system. If Zheng Yifan had poked elsewhere, it would have taken longer for the effects to manifest, but he couldn't wait that long. At most, he would watch them perform for ten or twenty minutes. If it took any longer, he wouldn't have the mood to continue watching.
Jessica then witnessed a horrifying scene. She had seen countless times on television how people turned into Zombies and attacked humans frantically. But when reality unfolded before her eyes, it was still terrifying.
Everyone was screaming in despair. They roared loudly as blue veins began to appear all over their bodies. A green liquid trickled from the corners of their mouths—saliva mixed with blood—becoming their only remaining fluid.
Their hoarse screams nearly shattered the bar's tranquility. The already noisy bar and its blaring speakers could not drown out their roars.
The sound was enough to instill fear. However, compared to witnessing their death process firsthand, merely hearing the sounds made them fortunate.
The nearby pole dancers looked at Zheng Yifan in terror; they knew it was this man who had turned them into what they were now.
They curled up on the ground, convulsing continuously. The green liquid at their lips increased steadily. Their bodies began to mutate rapidly; black spots appeared on their skin before turning green, large patches of skin began to peel away and rot.
The stench gradually spread through the air.
The terrified voices were the desperate cries of those witnessing their bodies transform into Zombies.
Jessica, still in shock, hid behind Zheng Yifan, clinging tightly to him as if that was the only way to alleviate her fear.
Zheng Yifan was unafraid of exposing his means to turn others into Zombies, for with just a few remnants of Zombies, he could achieve this. As the president of a large corporation, he possessed such capabilities.
He looked calmly at the dozen or so people in front of him who were undergoing transformation.
Gradually, they could no longer hold on. The first to succumb was the thug who had spilled a million-dollar bottle of wine on Jack Tang. He suddenly stood up and looked around with a ferocious expression.
However, just as his gaze swept across the room, Zheng Yifan took action. It was a handgun—an ordinary one that had never appeared in the real world.
It was a toy prepared for him by the Hope Gathering Place, lacking any significant lethality. Yet it was quite beautiful, primarily intended for show. But now, it proved devastating against these ordinary people who barely qualified as First-Level Zombies.
It was incredibly lethal.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Four shots rang out in quick succession, accurately hitting the limbs of the Fellow in front of him. The body trembled violently as its bones shattered completely, rendering it unable to move. Now transformed into a Zombie, it could only turn its head and look at its former companions before viciously biting down.
Murder?
Perhaps it couldn't be called murder; every Fellow that turned into a Zombie would bite their nearby companions. As they tore each other apart, another would also become a Zombie, shifting their focus to new targets.
In less than twenty minutes, over a dozen people had completely transformed into Zombies—screaming Zombies that roared loudly and howled in madness.
Their limbs were pierced by Zheng Yifan, leaving them no chance to act arrogantly.
Zheng Yifan looked at the gun in his hand, which resembled a weapon that could fly. He couldn't help but want to comment on how extravagant it was; it looked more like a piece of art than a firearm. Even more terrifying was the faint trace of Vital Energy he sensed within it. Although it wasn't much, Zheng Yifan knew that the Machine Gun used in the Gathering Place relied on this type of bullet and mechanism, completely abandoning traditional gunpowder bullets for this new kind. If the police were to inspect it, it would indeed be troublesome. In the end, Zheng Yifan could only tuck it into his own embrace.
As for the place he ended up in, there was no doubt that it was the Storage Space.
Suddenly, loud shouts erupted from outside, mixed with several men’s voices. Zheng Yifan could tell that the footsteps were approaching him. Jessica finally regained a bit of color in her face, but upon seeing her outfit, she blushed again.
"Boss! That's your bodyguard; I just sent a request!" Jessica said somewhat shyly, feeling embarrassed about her current appearance—especially in an outfit that was almost akin to lingerie.
Fortunately, those who had seen her body had already turned into monsters. As for Zheng Yifan, it didn't matter; she had originally intended to flirt with him.
"Bang! Bang!" A series of gunshots rang out, and the dozen or so Zombies in front of Zheng Yifan were swiftly taken down. He couldn't help but praise the precision.
It was incredibly accurate; each shot hit right at the Zombies' heads, piercing through their skulls. Within just a few seconds, all that remained on the ground were torn clothes and shredded rags—the remnants of what they had been wearing—while Zombie Fluid quickly seeped into the ground.
"Jessica, may I ask who our Boss is?" Two sturdy Brothers rushed in and asked Jessica, their eyes fixed straight ahead without a glance elsewhere.
Of course, they couldn't look away; Zheng Yifan had already positioned himself so that only Jessica's head was visible outside.
"This is our group's Boss, Mr. Zheng Yifan. From now on, his safety is in your hands!" Jessica introduced Zheng Yifan to the two bodyguards.
Both of their names were quite distinctive. One was named Bag, a very tall Fellow who Zheng Yifan estimated to be at least six feet three inches tall. The other was named Mario, another Fellow who stood around five feet eleven inches with a classic African American appearance. Zheng Yifan generally found it hard to distinguish between African Americans; they all seemed like mass-produced templates to him.
However, he remembered Mario's name immediately because he had played a game called Mario before.
"Hello, Boss!" Two fellows approached Zheng Yifan, carefully scanning each person before standing behind him at a respectful distance, ensuring they wouldn't disturb Jessica.
This was their professional code; they had to guarantee their boss's private life remained undisturbed.
"Don't be so stiff; just think of it as hanging out with friends. Now, Bag! Go take care of things here. I want to know what's going on," Zheng Yifan said, pointing at the faint traces left on the floor.
Bag nodded, his poker face revealing no emotion. However, Mario, one of the fellows, seemed quite anxious. After a few seconds, he cautiously asked Zheng Yifan, "Can we really act like friends? Are you sure you won't fire us for this? By the way, that's an old saying from your culture!"
Mario's voice had a captivating tone, but Zheng Yifan couldn't help but wonder when firing someone became a saying! After all these years, he had never heard of it!
"You can relax; there are no bosses and subordinates here, no bodyguards—just friends. Your mission is to have fun with me. We'll enjoy ourselves, and I'll cover all expenses—even at the casino. If you win, it's yours; if you lose, I'll pay. But don't intentionally lose to others just because of that!" Zheng Yifan said with a smile as he patted Mario on the shoulder.
It felt just like a gathering of ordinary friends.
This gesture left Mario utterly thrilled.
He understood Chinese; he and Bag were assigned to protect Zheng Yifan partly because they spoke the language. However, he soon found himself in an awkward situation.
Zheng Yifan instructed him to take the drunken Jack Tang in front of them and throw him into the restroom—no matter what, they had to wake him up.
This fellow was clearly in over his head and seemed to be in deep trouble with debts. It was tough for a fellow countryman to obtain a green card across the dollars' shore. His job wasn't particularly lucrative either; it was hard to imagine he would gamble away everything just when life was about to get better. (To be continued!)
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