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The shouts echoed endlessly, like the relentless flow of a river, shaking the entire building as if the sound would resonate throughout. Zheng Yifan's roar carried a powerful impact; no one expected that an ordinary person's shout could be so terrifying.
This was a warning to those meddlesome fellows: do not provoke me, or I will ensure you have no place to rest in death.
Zheng Yifan spoke with ease, his figure resolutely moving into the cinema, a slight smile on his face. He knew he was about to unleash a massacre.
"Who is so shameless? This old buddy of mine isn't done living yet! Suicide? What a joke, you can do that yourself. After you're dead, I'll take care of burying you," the Old Tortoise inside the room clearly refused to back down, roaring in response.
In his voice, Zheng Yifan detected something different; this was clearly a Superpowered Individual. It was his first encounter with one in Deep City. Although these people could wield firearms, he had never known there were Superpowered Individuals among them. This was the first he had met.
"Come out! The cinema is so beautiful; it would be a shame to stain it with blood," Zheng Yifan said lightly, primarily considering the people inside. He could hear a girl in deep sorrow, her moans never ceasing—a painful lament.
"Alright! Let me see what tricks the young ones have these days," the Old Tortoise inside seemed ready, slowly stepping out like a friendly Farmer Uncle. However, upon closer inspection, one could see fresh droplets of blood on his clothing, emanating an eerie scent.
It was the smell of human flesh—something Zheng Yifan was all too familiar with. During the battle at Cat Ear Cliff, he had encountered many deranged individuals. He recognized that nauseating scent well.
"Old man, eating human flesh and drinking blood makes you a beast. Your eyes are already turning red. Does your conscience not bother you?" Zheng Yifan's smile gradually faded, replaced by a cold expression as he suppressed his murderous intent. He wanted to see what this old fool was capable of.
"Killing? Human flesh? The apocalypse has come; lives are worthless. With billions of people in the world, losing one or two is insignificant. Moreover, I didn't kill them; I just had a bit of meat—no one died from that," the Old Tortoise chuckled sinisterly while looking at Zheng Yifan, but he was clearly stalling for time.
Behind him, more and more armed individuals began to appear.
"Brother, take them out; otherwise, once they’re all armed up, we won’t be able to handle them," the Leader beside Zheng Yifan urged him.
They had all hidden behind the wall nearby, ready to evade at any moment.
The position of Old Tortoise was at the front entrance of the cinema, which connected to another entrance and the VIP room.
Zheng Yifan and his group had entered through the back entrance of the cinema. This was the quickest route for retreat, and if a fight broke out, they would have the advantage of height.
However, they clearly did not care about having the high ground. It was just a matter of having a better line of sight; it wasn't like the ancient times of Cold Weapons. The advantage of terrain was significant.
"There's no need to rush. I'm curious to see how many of them there are and what kind of firepower they possess," Zheng Yifan said calmly, as if he were genuinely waiting for the people on the other side to gather.
More and more people arrived, and sweat began to bead on Leader's forehead. Those individuals reached the entrance but hid behind cover, not confronting Zheng Yifan and his group directly.
Everyone was on high alert, but for a Superpowered Individual, it was incredibly easy to discern where people were hiding just dozens of meters away. It was so simple that all he had to do was glance casually and sense their presence.
There were over a hundred people in total, which genuinely surprised Zheng Yifan. It was astonishing that an ordinary Superpowered Individual could gather so many followers.
"Hey! Have you played Devil's Blood?" Suddenly, Old Tortoise grinned, looking up at Zheng Yifan with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Zheng Yifan looked at Old Tortoise with some confusion. He knew what Devil's Blood was and understood its purpose. But why was this Old Buddy bringing it up at this moment?
However, it was clear that he would soon find out.
"Devil's Blood is a convenient thing to manufacture; the process is simple. It's something that makes people crave it endlessly, but the profits it brings are incredible!" Old Tortoise said lightly, watching Zheng Yifan with a knowing smile.
"I have a factory and the machinery to produce that thing right here in this city. The profits from it are unimaginable. Everyone will fight for you. Have you ever thought about what it feels like to hold such power?" Old Tortoise said lightly, glancing intentionally or unintentionally behind Zheng Yifan. There were quite a few people, at least a dozen or twenty. If it came to a fight, the losses would be catastrophic. He had already seen the two machine guns in Zheng Yifan's hands; those were definitely killing weapons.
His subordinates were only armed with ordinary submachine guns, their range and lethality could not compare to Zheng Yifan's weapons at all.
"Are you talking about that noodle company in my factory area?" Zheng Yifan suddenly twitched his lips, as if he had already figured something out. Old Tortoise must have had his eyes on that place for a long time. As long as he could obtain Devil's Blood, he could control others to serve him. Those who were controlled by that substance had lost their sanity; without Devil's Blood, it felt as if they were dying, willing to sacrifice everything for the one who possessed it.
Old Tortoise's expression was clearly not good; he looked at Zheng Yifan as if he were an enemy, his hands trembling and ready to attack at any moment.
"How did you know? That place has always been hidden! Why do you know about it?" Old Tortoise exclaimed, his eyes turning red like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on. That was a place he had schemed over for a long time.
"Stop dreaming. I’ve already destroyed all the equipment there. It’s better not to indulge in such daydreams. It’s people like you that make things worse for survivors; human life is getting harder and harder. Since you have strength and ability, why not go into the zombie hordes to seize and rob?" Zheng Yifan's anger began to rise.
But all he received in return was a final cold laugh: "Robbing in the zombie crowd? Do you know how strong the zombies in Deep City are? I know; I once saw a five-meter tall Tibetan Mastiff taken down by some unknown fellow. I’ve seen thousands of beasts from the water rush ashore only to be torn apart by zombies. It's really simple for you. Enough talk; let’s see what our subordinates can do."
Old Tortoise smiled coldly; his plan had already begun to unfold. The previous banter was merely a prelude to the upcoming explosion.
"It seems you truly are beyond redemption," Zheng Yifan could only respond with a cold laugh. (To be continued...)
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