I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1206 - 1201 Wasting Life

Chapter 1206: Chapter 1201 Wasting Life

Facing the panicked soldier delivering the dishes, the soldier guarding the door shook his head indifferently.

"This is actually nothing to worry about..." he said, his face momentarily displaying discomfort.

"What’s going on?" the food-delivering soldier became anxious as well.

"Sigh, I’ve had huge expenses these past few days, and I’m afraid lunch will be..."

Before he could finish, the food-delivering soldier caught on to the situation. His expression darkened—he was being extorted. His opinion of the man dropped significantly, but they were practically strangers to begin with, their only interactions being cursory greetings due to work overlaps. "I understand, brother, don’t worry. I have a Yajin coin here, take it and it should tide you over for the next few days." The Peace Party soldier reluctantly pulled out a Yajin coin from his belt pocket and handed it over, watching the other soldier’s face light up with a greedy smile. He felt an urge to kick that smile right off his face!

"Well then, I feel terrible about this..." said the soldier at the door, stretching out his hand as if in great difficulty.

The food-delivering soldier inwardly seethed with hidden anger, feeling powerless as he slowly extended the hand holding the Yajin coin. When it reached the palm of the guard, he wished his hand wasn’t holding the coin at all.

In the end, he let go, and the Yajin coin fell into the hands of the guard.

With the coin in hand, the guard’s smile grew even wider.

"Brother, when I go in, what should I do? He won’t really kill me, will he?"

The food-delivering soldier asked, his heart trembling again. The man locked up inside—if one could seriously consider it a prison—was someone the cell couldn’t truly hold; nobody sedated him, and his freedom relied solely on his whims. If not for the Marshal above them, they, mere second-rate soldiers, couldn’t suppress this formidable figure.

Moreover, the identity of the person inside was exceptional, a figure of tremendous authority.

Hearing his words, the guard nonchalantly waved his hand to reassure him.

"Rest assured, brother. With this Yajin coin, I might just give you some advice. There’s no need to be afraid, what’s going to come will come regardless..."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, just listen to me. You can’t avoid it today. Once you go in, if you encounter that big shot, act as if nothing happened. Set the food in front of him. Do whatever he tells you, fetch whatever he wants to eat, and don’t speak. Even if he hits you, don’t dodge."

"But what if he kills me? That guy is..."

"Oh come on, I told you, let me finish speaking."

"Fine, go ahead." The food-delivering soldier was visibly impatient, and the guard’s words did nothing to stabilize his emotions but instead, made him even more anxious.

"Hmmm... as for killing you, well, there’s no need to worry about that. Do you know how that big shot got in here?"

"How did he get in?" The food-delivering soldier was curious. The reason such a formidable person was imprisoned was a mystery to them, the little guys.

"Heh heh, now that’s a secret. But I heard it from a brother who works under Vice-President Tang, not many know it and the Peace Party has forbidden spreading it around internally. I’m telling you now, but make sure not to tell anyone else, or we’re both dead."

"Oh!" The food-delivering soldier quickly nodded, a door to a new world seemingly opening for him as the guard unveiled some of the truths of the Peace Party. This secret might even lead to a chain of events, much like the protagonists in novels who climb their way to the top.

Just as he was imagining his bright future, the guard whispered, "You know the Peace Party’s rules, right? We’re forbidden to harm each other. That big shot killed some Peace Party members and was thrown in here by an enraged Marshal. I’ve heard that on the day he was brought in, Vice-President Tang dragged him in like a dead dog. Knowledge of this incident is scarce because, after all, he’s a General, and such a person breaking the rules is a big deal. The Marshal, being fond of talent, couldn’t bear to kill him on the spot, so he locked him up."

"That’s it?" The food-delivering soldier was a bit stunned.

"Yeah?"

The food-delivering soldier’s expression suddenly turned gloomy. Without saying a word, he felt as though he’d been played. If that was the case, he didn’t need to worry about his safety—the big shot wouldn’t dare kill him. Being locked up was a warning; another offense wouldn’t end so simply.

Thinking of his own Yajin coin, the food-delivering soldier felt like he might vomit blood.

"F*ck his mother! Waste of my life!"

He cursed, making no effort to keep his voice down. The guard smiled wryly, feeling somewhat guilty for the deceit. But wanting to show he really was helping, he shouted, "Yun Bo, don’t think it’s a loss, at least you aren’t panicking now, are you?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the soldier named Yun Bo roared back, "Duan Zhichao, I f*ck your mother!"

With that curse, Yun Bo pushed the door open and marched in, engulfed by darkness in stark contrast to the daylight outside. The room was perennially damp, and deep within the darkness, Ruan Chao’en silently put his clothes on. A group of people approached through a corridor; the man leading them wore a sycophantic smile.

"General Ruan, we’ve come to escort you out."

The group had eight people in total, and at the sight of Ruan Chao’en, they all but bowed at a ninety-degree angle, with a few breaking into cold sweats. They had already thought over many things before arriving. Ruan Chao’en, trapped here, was unstable, like an injured beast ready to lash out at any moment.

Yu Guang’s eyes inadvertently swept across the wall behind Ruan Chao’en, noticing the imprints of fists—imprints in a wall made of grade-five H-steel!

The sight of these dense fist marks and some large cracks made their hearts race.

In contrast to the brutal scene on the wall behind him, Ruan Chao’en’s face was calm as he continued dressing. Underneath that calm exterior, though, who knew what he was thinking? After being locked up for over six months—a General, no less—it would take the weighty presence of a President to keep him subdued.

So they had to tread carefully, not doing anything to upset him, because once he got out, they knew their "good days" would be numbered.

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