I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 214 - 212: Kindness is not Always a Compliment _1

Chapter 214: Chapter 212: Kindness is not Always a Compliment _1

The hulking red figure on the platform suddenly began to thrash violently, ruthlessly pounding the floor beneath him. The "thump, thump, thump" of his furious outburst echoed relentlessly in the room!

His two hands moved in a frenzy, up and down, causing the iron chains restraining him to let out sorrowful wails. Clearly, after his advancement to Level 4, his strength had become significantly more formidable, making the robust iron chains strain with difficulty.

Ning Tianlang’s brow furrowed, but he held his tongue, while the two people behind him retreated several steps in alarm.

"Don’t worry, he has been like this for a while now!"

"Isn’t there a better solution?"

Ning Tianlang turned his head slightly.

"He is extremely adaptive now, having developed immunity to the drugs."

"Oh."

Ning Tianlang stood silently in place with a thoughtful look on his face. After a while, he glanced at the red muscle man with a faint smile.

If he has become immune to drugs, then what does Chenhua use to control him after he develops full immunity? Chenhua Technology Company has already discreetly cut him off.

He doesn’t need to consider Chenhua’s interests anymore.

The researcher looked at the red muscle man and then at Ning Tianlang. He hesitated, but eventually walked away, entering a room.

When he emerged, he held a thumb-sized vial of a red liquid that resembled blood.

Ning Tianlang wondered what it was. Could it be a new development from Chenhua Technology?

The man approached the control panel, pulled a latch skillfully, and a compartment opened on the wall nearby. He walked over and placed the vial holding the red substance inside.

Soon, a tube extended from the interior of the platform’s glass cover. Upon seeing the tube, the muscle man perked up. His conditioned reflex kicked in, and he stopped pounding the floor.

He let out a roar, similar to that of a wild beast. His mouth moved forward, and he bit down on the tube.

Red smoke trickled from his mouth, apparently, they had injected him with that strange medicine.

But why did this experimental subject seem to enjoy this medicine so much?

Ning Tianlang was puzzled, but he didn’t feel the need to ask.

After the red muscle man had ingested the red substance, he obediently took a seat in place, no longer exhibiting his prior frenzy. Instead, he calmly stared at the people outside through the glass cover.

The researcher gave him a glance but didn’t dare speak. He knew very well that if he dared to voice the origin of the substance, Ning Tianlang would surely end his life without hesitation!

While he felt guilty not speaking up, he walked to Ning Tianlang, his face turning red with unease.

Ning Tianlang was like a mentor to him; he was promoted to his current status thanks to Ning Tianlang’s help. Despite their small age difference and being mature middle-aged men, was it really okay to withhold this information from him?

Perhaps reading his inner conflict, Ning Tianlang gave him an indifferent pat on the shoulder.

"You don’t need to say anything. I have no say in these matters anymore. Whatever you guys want to do is your business. You don’t need to tell me everything."

The researcher paled as he listened to Ning Tianlang’s words. It was a clear indication that Ning Tianlang had severed all ties with Chenhua Technology.

Did he plan to follow him?

After some contemplation, he decided against the idea of following Ning Tianlang.

Ning Tianlang was Ning Tianlang, and he was who he was.

Ning Tianlang was a Level 3 New Human. He was in high demand no matter where he went. As for the researcher, his roots were with Chenhua. If he left Chenhua, he would become a nobody!

"Let’s go." Ning Tianlang gestured to Zuo Yushan and the Japanese person.

The three of them left the hall. As Ning Tianlang’s figure faded into the distance, a petite figure crawled out from a small corner of the hall. She glanced in Ning Tianlang’s direction, then headed in the opposite direction.

"Uncle!"

"Yu’er? Why are you back again?"

"I brought something."

"Oh, did you see your dad?"

"I saw him, but he didn’t see me."

"Hmm, are you going in?"

"Mm-hmm, I brought something for that man. He seems pretty pitiful...."

Ning Yu’er scratched her wrist, empathizing with the pitiful red muscle man trapped inside. She wanted to free him as well, but she knew she didn’t have the authority, or the ability to take on the responsibility.

"Well, you can go ahead. I’ve already tied the identification card to you, you don’t need me to input anything."

"Thank you!"

Ning Yu’er’s face brightened as she was about to leave, but the researcher stopped her.

"Wait, remember what your Uncle told you. Don’t let your dad find out."

"Okay!"

With that, she scampered off.

Watching her leave, the researcher sighed in resignation.

This angelic little girl had a ruthless murderer for a father.

Click.

The platform’s glass cover, which had been closed just a while ago during the experiment, opened again. The red muscle man was still seated on the ground, his calm gaze sent chills down one’s spine. But when he saw Ning Yu’er, his eyes flickered.

She looked at the filth inside the platform, then at the shocking pool of coagulated blood. It didn’t scare her.

After pressing a switch, the door on one side of the platform’s glass cover opened, and she proceeded to enter.

"You’re back."

"Yeah, I am back, this is for you. I saw that you seemed to like it."

Ning Yu’er pulled out a small packet of cream-filled cookies from her bag and handed it to him.

The muscle man took it, looking dumbfoundedly at the cookie packaging. Ning Yu’er was now within his attack range. If he wanted, he could tear her apart instantly!

However, he didn’t. Anyone who saw this would be gaping in surprise!

After staring at it for a while, the muscle man ripped the packaging open brutishly and stuffed the cookie into his mouth, revealing a look of pleasure on his face.

"Tasty?"

"Very tasty. I haven’t eaten anything like this in a long time."

"Here are some more for you."

Ning Yu’er pulled out two more packets from her pocket. The man glanced at them, then accepted them but didn’t immediately tear open the packets.

"Why are you doing this?"

"You seem miserable, but I can’t save you."

"I don’t need your pity....." the red muscle man sat on the ground, his voice laced with self-mockery.

"What’s your name?"

Upon hearing that, the expression on the muscle man’s face faded. It seemed as if he was recalling his name.

"You forgot your name?"

"I have a name, but this name... it has lost its meaning a long time ago. You don’t need to know my name."

"Will you die here?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Then..." Ning Yu’er started to speak but was interrupted by him.

"You have a kind heart, but kindness can be a bad thing."

"Huh?"

"Heh, I don’t know why you’re treating me this way. Do you want something from me? But I’ve got nothing to give. I have nothing."

"I’m not like that, I just..." Ning Yu’er became flustered.

"That’s enough, I’ll remember your kindness, you self-righteous saint! Compared to your food, I prefer your blood...."