Apocalypse: The Supporting Actress Made a Comeback
Chapter 181 - 115 Being Targeted (Third Update)_2

Chapter 181: 115 Being Targeted (Third Update)_2

At this point, his voice paused, and his eyes, as large as green beans, flashed a malicious light, "Those cars are really nice, and that chick on the car looks just like a movie star. If I tell Master Meng about this, hehe~ even if I can’t drink the soup, I should still get a good reward."

He finished speaking and rubbed his fingers together, growing more excited as he thought about it, so he noted the direction Fang Yuxin and the others had left, grabbed the iron rod in his hand, and sprinted far away in one direction.

Fang Yuxin and her group had already left far behind.

He darted through the ancient alleys and soon rushed into a residential complex. The complex’s walls were topped with barbed wire, and there were guards at the entrance. When he entered, a tall and robust man stopped him, his large hand forcefully grabbing his thin arm and pulling him aside, squinting with a very unkind attitude, "I say, Li Shouzi, why are you back so early today? Did you get lucky? Got something good, did you? Hand it over quick!"

The slender man was obviously very scared, his face changing color the moment his arm was grabbed. Then, gritting his teeth, he dug out a pack of opened cigarettes from his dirty bag, poured one out, and offered it with a smile to the tall man holding him, "Brother Yong, have a smoke! Have a smoke!"

The tall man’s eyes gleamed briefly, and he snatched the pack of cigarettes from the slender man’s hand. Seeing there were more than half left, he pocketed them with satisfaction.

Then he took the cigarette from the slender man’s hand and arrogantly asked, "Got a light?"

"Got it, got it! Just a moment, Brother Yong, I’ll light it for you!" While speaking, he took out a lighter from his pocket but failed to ignite it after several attempts.

The tall man, with the cigarette in his mouth, snatched the lighter with impatience and, with a "snap," lit it. After lighting his cigarette, he didn’t return the lighter but casually pocketed it.

The slender man’s face contorted with distress, but he didn’t dare resist. Instead, he tried very hard to appease, "Brother Yong, I’m not feeling well today. If I stayed out any longer, I might end up in a zombie’s stomach. Please, let me in."

This was a small Safe Zone, entirely occupied by Liu Meng. Survivors residing inside had to pay rent and protection fees daily, or they would be kicked out. To survive, many survivors had to venture out to hunt zombies or scavenge for supplies. Those with less strength didn’t dare venture far and could only search nearby areas, but these places had almost been completely scavenged unless they were very lucky.

To hunt or find supplies farther away, one needed a vehicle. But gasoline, controlled by Liu Meng, was priced exorbitantly. Many survivors, therefore, lived in dire straits, unable to meet their daily needs, while some resorted to selling their bodies for survival.

The tall man still didn’t let the slender man off. He grabbed the dirty bag from the slender man’s embrace and rummaged through it, finding a pack of bagged instant noodles but nothing else. He glared dissatisfiedly at the slender man, took the noodles, and said, "Alright, seeing as you look so miserable, I’ll be merciful today. This pack of noodles can be your entry fee."

The slender man’s liver ached in anger. That pack of noodles was what he had kept to fill his stomach at noon! His face filled with grief as he pleaded, "Brother Yong! Please, be kind, that’s my last pack of noodles. It’s my only food. If I lose it, I’ll have nothing to eat!

Before he could finish, the tall man slapped him across the face. The tall man struck hard, and with a "smack," the slender man’s right cheek swelled up immediately, and his mouth started bleeding.

The tall man snorted coldly and lowered his voice to warn, "Let me tell you, you better not talk nonsense. What did I take from you? This pack of noodles is the entry fee according to the rules. I didn’t take anything extra from you!" After saying that, he disdainfully threw the dirty bag at the slender man.

The slender man shuddered in fear and did not dare to persist. Grabbing his bag, he walked away quickly. After leaving, his expression quickly darkened. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, the taste of rust spreading in his mouth made his gaze turn venomous and fierce.

"Fang Dayong, you just wait!"

He silently muttered this to himself and hastened towards the central area where Liu Meng lived.

Before the apocalypse, Liu Meng was already involved in underworld activities. In his thirties, of average height and slightly overweight, he was not particularly good-looking and had very cruel methods. Previously, he had been just a gang member under someone else, but after the apocalypse, he luckily awakened his Fire Ability. The boss who used to swagger around him had turned into a zombie.

Thus, he gathered the gang’s surviving members and took in more underlings, occupying this residential complex, turning it into his stronghold. After seizing the nearby supermarket initially, he spent more time on cultivation, claiming most of the Crystal Cores hunted by his subordinates for himself. After continual cultivation, his Fire Ability had already nearly reached the Basic-level Peak, and a promotion seemed imminent.

His harsh methods made his subordinates greatly fear him, which made him extremely satisfied with his current life, almost wishing the apocalypse would continue forever.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know that zombies also evolved, their strength constantly increasing. Continuing to hunker down in this small Safe Zone, once a Corpse Tide appeared, he would have no way out but dead! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)

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