I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 83 - 074: One Man, One Sword, One Chair, He is the Guardian God of the Community

Chapter 83: Chapter 074: One Man, One Sword, One Chair, He is the Guardian God of the Community

"What have you done to my brother?"

Ren Jiali had a bad premonition.

"Go to hell!" He Mingxuan roared as he scrambled to his feet, his corpulent body charging toward Ren Jiali. All that taekwondo stuff be damned, screw it.

Ren Jiali barked in fury, executing a flying kick that showcased her mastery, but to her surprise, He Mingxuan charged at her with a bellow, his hefty frame bearing down on her until she was shoved to the ground. As she cried out in shock, He Mingxuan straddled her, pushing down hard, making it difficult for Ren Jiali to breathe.

"I want you dead, I want you dead."

He Mingxuan squeezed Ren Jiali’s neck tightly, his face twisted with rage as he screamed, "Taekwondo, I’ll show you taekwondo! You and your brother bullied me, I want you both dead."

"Heh heh..."

Ren Jiali tried to breathe, her eyes rolling in desperation as the suffocation left her feeling hopeless.

At that moment, she remembered what her coach once said, "With your current mastery at the seventh dan, there are only a handful of ordinary men who could contend with you."

Today, it seemed she had encountered one of those few.

She wanted to beg for mercy.

But the look in his eyes was one of madness. Thinking of movie plots, she considered playing dead for a surprise counterattack, allowing her legs to fall to the sides to mimic the appearance of death.

Yet He Mingxuan kept choking Ren Jiali.

"Choke you, choke you to death."

Ren Jiali couldn’t fake it and tried to struggle, but who could imagine the choking sensation of having something weighing over 160 or 170 pounds sitting on top of you?

Her tongue protruded, a low moan of pain escaping her as her face turned uglier, veins bulging.

...

"Life is not just about scraping by; there are also the core values of socialism."

"I must try harder."

On the tranquil streets, there was always that one figure moving about, bringing a bit of life to the desolate streets, unlike the fear induced by zombies.

He is the evergreen ivy of Huang City, eternally thriving.

Recently, he had been diligently cleaning up the shops surrounding the community. Those shops were in terrible condition, dirty and disorganized. If there were a contest for a civilized city, Huang City would surely lose because of these shops’ conditions.

The quality of an environment can often affect a person’s mood.

His mood had been affected by these environments, and if it weren’t for his ability to adjust, things would have only gotten worse.

"Keep working hard, and I can definitely clean up the surrounding shops. Then I can expand my efforts to nearby areas. Huang City can be cleaned up."

The future must be full of hope; a future without hope is pointless.

Walking, walking on.

The cake shop.

He stopped in his tracks, looking up at the cake shop in the distance. There were survivors there. He wondered if she had recovered, as mental conditions are hard to treat with medicine and often require self-regulation.

The apocalypse brings despair, and with it comes repressive emotions, which is very bad. If the other person is willing to accept him, he is willing to communicate properly.

"She has been observing me."

Lin Fan muttered to himself, not saying much else, continuing to search for survivors, promoting his Sunshine District. In this line of work, one has to have a thick skin; without it, nothing can be done well.

For example, pursuing a girl. Without money or good looks, one needs to have a thick skin. As long as you are persistent, there’s bound to be success eventually.

As Lin Fan left.

The cake shop’s second floor.

Su Xiaoxiao curled up in a corner, sighing, "Who is he, anyway?"

When the apocalypse first began.

She was suspicious of everyone, seeing villains in every shadow.

Gradually, after hiding out in the cake shop for many days, she didn’t believe anyone could break through the main door and burst in from the outside.

"Why isn’t he afraid of the zombies?"

"Why has he always been safe? Could there be a pattern to avoiding the zombies?"

She remembered a movie she had once seen, which contained a line.

The ferocious Hunters often possess a fatal weakness; these zombies are the ruthless Hunters, but what is their weakness?

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t believe her brain was capable of figuring out such complex issues.

Bowing her head.

Not thinking, not dwelling, not pondering.

...

A pharmacy.

A man with a crew cut was quietly searching for medication in front of the counter.

Suddenly.

It was like something fell to the ground, a crisp sound ringing out.

The faint noise made Gu Hang’s expression tense as he observed his surroundings, looking in the direction of the sound to see a shadow cast on the floor.

He knew it was a zombie.

Having served in the military for many years, his physical strength was certainly much stronger than an average person’s, but facing these zombies unarmed, he wasn’t too confident.

Moving slowly, he started to back away toward the exit, each step deliberate, his gaze locked on the corner where a white lab coat appeared, followed by a staggering zombie, unsteady and vacant unless they spot their prey.

Gu Hang ran at the first opportunity, not waiting to be noticed by the zombie and trigger its aggressive instinct.

Wasn’t it better to be a second ahead in running than the zombie?

It surely was.

The zombie in the white coat heard the noise, its pale eyes rolling as it twisted its head, searching for the source of the sound, but finding no one. It seemed as though there had been someone there just moments before.

Footsteps sounded, and the zombie in the white coat roared, running towards the noise.

...

Thump!

"I told you not to do that, but you wouldn’t listen."