I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1035 - 1032 Voting by a Show of Hands

Chapter 1035: Chapter 1032 Voting by a Show of Hands

"So what should we do?" At this point, a person stood up, squinting at Nangong Yang.

Nangong Yang didn’t speak right away. His gaze first measured the strong individual who had stood up, then swept around the room, a trace of cold and ruthless color flashing through his eyes. Only then did he speak, "Eliminate the Peace Party!"

As the five words left Nangong Yang’s mouth, a smile appeared on the faces of the strong figures present, just short of laughing out loud.

That guy, Nangong Yang, intended to avenge his old man out of personal grudge. He particularly took advantage of this situation to stir up the grievances between the Dragon’s Hidden Sect and the Peace Party so that the sect could justifiably sanction the Peace Party!

No one pointed it out, though, because everything that was happening outside indeed rattled these strong figures. Putting an end to the Apocalypse was the last thing they wanted to see.

Everything and everyone accepting the Apocalypse posed a challenge to their interests. At the start of The Seventh Year of the Apocalypse, more and more people flooded into the Chinese Continent, and now, multiple races could be seen within Cloud Gorge Base, including Black people, White people, and survivors from various countries and territories.

Within Cloud Gorge Base, Chinese people, being the locals, naturally possessed immense rights. Moreover, in the Apocalypse, there was no longer any need to maintain so-called international relations as before the Apocalypse. Once the facade was torn away, everyone could bare their ghastly fangs at those foreigners.

All were now in an anarchic state—no more pretending, it’s time to lay the cards on the table!

Those who considered themselves the noblest white-skinned monkeys were bewildered upon entering China during the Apocalypse. The Chinese were nothing like the hospitable and kind people rumored; when the shackles of law were broken, the warlike genes accumulated for five thousand years within the Chinese began to emerge bit by bit.

Thus, when survivors from other continents and countries entered China, no matter if they were dragons or tigers, they were assigned to the dirtiest, most chaotic places and given the hardest, most taxing work.

With the influx of these people, Cloud Gorge Base became unprecedentedly prosperous. The most direct beneficiaries were those in high positions, who thoroughly trampled the other two races of the world under their feet. The sensation of satisfaction this provided could not be given by ordinary matters.

As more and more people entered Cloud Gorge Base, those in high positions saw their authority solidify with the continuous increase in population. After all, wherever there are people there is a mortal world—a society and a weave of human sentiments. And people’s rights always only apply to the population.

No one retorted to Nangong Yang’s words. He always spoke from an angle of swallowing all benefits. Those below were humans, not zombies. Worship could only ever be directed at heroes among the humans, not a zombie that had only shown its face a few times!

Why? Because this zombie doesn’t kill people easily? Is it merely showing off its power inadvertently? Is this Stockholm Syndrome? It’s too irrational—just look at how crazy those people below are!

"These people have already regarded the Peace Party as their colleagues. They believe that all members of the Peace Party are part of the Zombie God Cult, having successfully established a ridiculous peace with the zombies. But not me—we’ve got to stop all this absurdity! Eliminate the Peace Party rooted in the Southern Huaxia Territory, shatter their meaningless hopes, and show them the most real reality."

"In the Apocalypse, each of us must strive to rebuild the civilization belonging to humanity, not indulge in any meaningless fantasies!"

"Now, regarding my proposal, how many of you agree, and how many oppose? Let’s show by a show of hands. I’d like all of you to think it through, as this concerns the future of all humanity!"

Nangong Yang’s expression seemed ferocious as he spoke, possibly due to his extreme agitation.

Eliminating the Peace Party and avenging Nangong Ming were secondary reasons. The main reason was that the Peace Party had annihilated the mercenary guilds in the United District. The mercenary guilds across all territories in China were mainly managed by the Dragon’s Hidden Sect, and the income from each guild was a major economic source for the sect!

The Peace Party not only killed Nangong Ming and overthrew the mercenary system in the United District, but also established a mercenary guild completely subordinate to the Peace Party itself. This was a direct challenge to the interests of all top figures in the Dragon’s Hidden Sect!

How could the Dragon’s Hidden Sect, the most powerful force in China, tolerate such actions?

After Nangong Yang had spoken, there was a silence at the scene for a while.

Soon, a few strong figures raised their hands. Initially, it was only those from the Dragon’s Hidden Sect who voted, but as someone began, more and more people gradually raised their hands. Among them, the majority from the Court of Judgment also agreed with Nangong Yang’s reasoning.

Even though there were grievances between the Court of Judgment and the Dragon’s Hidden Sect, eliminating the Peace Party did not pose a conflict of interest for the Court.

More and more hands were raised, and eventually, the entire conference room was filled with hands held aloft.

Nangong Yang watched this scene with an inevitable smile on his face. But soon, he noticed the only person who didn’t raise a hand—Su Sigui. And when Ye Changgong, seated near Su Sigui, saw that Su hadn’t raised his hand, he smiled slyly and withdrew his hand.

"Master Ye? Mayor Su? I would like to know if you have any objections in mind?"

"I certainly have no objections. As for understanding, Little Su is from South China and must have had encounters with the Peace Party. Don’t forget, the girl is a Level 7 New Human. Since she disagrees, it’s obvious the Peace Party isn’t as simple as we understand it to be. Right, Little Su?"

Old Man Ye looked at Su Sigui with a snicker, his tone affectionate as though he were addressing his own granddaughter.

Su Sigui nodded, without a word, but her demeanor seemed to affirm Old Man Ye’s statement.

Seeing Old Ye withdraw his hand made others hesitate. Here, although all ruling figures of the four major families were present, in terms of experience, nobody dared challenge Ye Changgong’s claim to the first place.

Ye Changgong had lived from the war eras before the Apocalypse to the present time. Compared to Nangong Yang, it could be said that he had consumed more salt than rice—truly living up to the cunning of a fox. No one here was foolish; they did not consider themselves as astute as this old fox, so they naturally dared not cast their votes.

The other side had withdrawn their hand, clearly sensing something was amiss. Going forward, they might very well become cannon fodder.

It’s like when you’re in a game waiting for one more person to join the raid, and suddenly a big-shot player enters. When you face multiple paths, do you follow the big shot or the other players whose levels are similar to yours?