I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 821 - 818: The Old Man Tied to the Chair

Chapter 821: Chapter 818: The Old Man Tied to the Chair

Being blocked by Hatred cut off their path of escape, essentially severing their lifeline. What could they do when they were all doomed to die?

For a moment, a will exploded in everyone’s hearts—a will to survive. When people are forced into a dead end, what emerges is not their submission but their final struggle!

All hope was extinguished, and now, despair dominated their bodies!

Looking at the Hatred ahead, each of the surviving soldiers raised their guns, almost closing their eyes as they blindly fired forward, clinging to a slim hope of killing the enemy!

However, it was all in vain. Hatred moved like a ghost, instantly appearing in front of the soldiers. As they moved, blood splattered chaotically, and the sounds of the soldiers’ bodies being pierced rang out: "Puchi puchi."

As they fell, their exoskeleton armor and their bodies had turned into a hornet’s nest.

Half a minute later, the slaughter ended, leaving Hatred alone, blood-soaked, standing amidst the pile of corpses.

"Finally, they’re all dead. Huh—huh..."

Having killed everyone who attacked him, Hatred breathed a sigh of relief. Although the opponents’ strength was insignificant to him, their collaboration had made this battle the toughest Hatred had ever experienced.

Even though Level 6 New Humans were incomparably strong, the toll it took on him was known only to him; he was nearly drained of all his energy.

Gasping heavily, it was clear that Hatred was not having an easy time either.

After resting for a while, Hatred looked around and walked towards the staircase, then he headed upwards.

"All this commotion, and the chairman of the Yesteryear Association still won’t show up?"

Hatred murmured. From the beginning, there was something peculiar about this apartment building. Dragged into battle unexpectedly, he hadn’t thought much of it, but now, pondering carefully, was the chairman of the Yesteryear Association really in this place?

From the outside, this apartment building was just a small structure, with a maximum height of five stories. It could accommodate only a limited number of people. After the battles between Hatred and the powerhouses of the Yesteryear Association, the building had been severely damaged.

The load-bearing walls on the first floor had collapsed, and the entire building was tilted. From the third floor, it twisted into an "S" shape. If it weren’t tightly encased by H-shaped steel walls outside, which also provided high wall support, it might have collapsed minutes before.

In such a condition, even if there were people from the Yesteryear Association on the top floor, shouldn’t they be trying to escape this dangerous building?

Once the building collapsed, and with the area surrounded by steel walls including a terrifying Level 6 New Human, nobody could leave if Hatred blocked the door!

Although Hatred thought this way, he didn’t step away but continued to watch ahead with a cold sneer.

"Really, no one’s there? Wait, there’s still someone up there?"

He sensed the presence of someone alive on the top floor. After becoming a rester, he was as sensitive to this scent as zombies were.

Murmuring, Hatred headed towards the staircase, leaping to the second floor past the broken section of the first-floor staircase, then onto the third, and the fourth floors!

He walked unhurriedly, seemingly unconcerned that the person above might escape.

"Who could it be? I’ve killed all your strong men, and yet you haven’t budged. What are you doing? Aren’t you scared? Or do you still have some tricks up your sleeve? I’d love to see them."

Hatred talked to himself. Before long, he had climbed to the fifth floor. The entire building was severely warped, and since the fifth floor was the topmost, the corridor here resembled the outdoor slopes, with cracks everywhere caused by the aftershocks of the battle.

Doors on both sides of the corridor were open; some had even fallen to the ground, sliding along with the rubble into the corner at the end of the hallway. Hatred opened each door one by one, casting glances inside, searching for the person’s location.

"Where could you be? I’m about to find you."

The tone of Hatred’s voice, akin to that of a creepy uncle deceiving a child, made one’s skin crawl. Unfortunately, in the dim blue corridor, only his hoarse voice echoed, with no response from anyone else.

"Aren’t you coming out yet? Hehe~ you can’t hide."

The mocking laughter of Hatred grew louder, and the "tap tap tap" of footsteps quickened.

Finally! He reached the last room, a sickly smile spread across his face, and he thought, I’ve found you!

It seemed that Hatred knew from the start that the person was hiding in the last room; he searched slowly just to toy with him.

Not for any reason, just because the doors of all the rooms on the fifth floor had been damaged by the shocks, either hanging from their frames or twisted awkwardly.

But the door at the end was still impeccably intact, even the lock wasn’t damaged.

Hatred stood in front of the door, his hand slowly gripping the doorknob; with one forceful turn, he twisted the lock off. Another pull, and he yanked out the lock cylinder and various parts, naturally opening the door.

"Hello! How are you?"

Hatred’s face, resembling a flattened crocodile, revealed a half-smile, hooking his mouth in a way that could scare the soul out of anyone.

However, upon seeing everything inside the room, Hatred’s smile suddenly froze.

The room was completely empty. All the furniture had been moved out except for a metal chair welded in the center of the room, on which sat an elderly man over fifty.

No, that should be a man bound to the chair, his arms and legs cut off, blood flowing freely, the pristine white tiles already stained red.

Looking at the fresh wounds, it was clear that they had been inflicted less than an hour ago.

The style of clothing on the old man was familiar to Hatred, but he couldn’t quite place what it was. A Yesteryear Association’s uniform?

Hatred shook his head, dismissing the thought.

This obviously wasn’t a uniform; uniforms don’t look like that, resembling a servant’s attire.

Even though his arms and legs were gone, the old man seemed impervious to pain, his expression serene as he looked at Hatred. In that moment, to him, Hatred’s terrifying face didn’t seem frightening at all.

Seeing the man’s expression, Hatred’s smile faded, and he walked in, closing the door behind him, and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man didn’t answer his question but instead asked, "Whom are you looking for?"

Hatred narrowed his eyes and spoke lowly, "You’re not in pain?"

"Why would I be in pain?"

"Oh?"

"Without a heart, there’s no pain."

"Playing tricks?"

The old man shook his head.

"No."

"I’m asking you, who are you?"

"I am the butler of the Lu family. I have been with the Lu family for so many years, counting from the apocalypse, it should be twenty-seven years now."