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Chapter 608 Raid
Then both sides fell silent again.

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, mocking everything indiscriminately. The skyscrapers stood silently, like bottomless abysses, indiscriminately devouring all life.

Only the restaurant not far away was brightly lit, but unlike that warm glow, there was no noise inside, only the occasional groan of extreme pain.

It was especially chilling.

Even the floral shirt couldn't withstand the eerie atmosphere. After standing there helplessly for a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Um, well, I think I need to pee, could I use this place?"

The smoker raised an eyebrow and then pointed in a direction.

"Go over there."

The man in the floral shirt froze instantly. He seemed about to lose his temper as usual, but in the end, he forced a smile and apologized.

"This is way too far. I'll just find a place nearby. Don't worry, it won't be in your way."

The subordinates' voices were not to be questioned.

"I told you, this area is Master Zhao's territory. I don't care, but what if I offend him? Do you want to end up as his waiter?"

The man in the floral shirt shivered, and hearing the intermittent groans coming from inside the door, he rushed headlong into that direction without saying a word.

The subordinate watched the departing figure, snorted coldly, and took out a cigarette from his pocket—but when he put it to his lips, he hesitated for a long time before lighting it.

—Chef Zhao just doesn't like people making a mess around his shop. He doesn't mind smoking, as long as you're careful not to let cigarette ash fall on the ground, it's no big deal.

After all, doing this kind of high-pressure work, if you don't find something to vent, you'll probably go crazy long ago.

Moreover, he was considered lucky. As far as he knew, those in other gangs who did his job basically all died from drug overdoses, and none of them lived past thirty.

—Perhaps, after finishing this job, I should mention to the boss that I should get a change of position?

After all, I've been doing this for so many years; even if I haven't achieved great things, I've certainly put in the effort. Besides, this kind of business isn't doing well these days, so it's better to take a break for a while. But I still have to find a way to continue this little hobby.
Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard a noise from under his feet.

Looking down, I realized that Luo Liangde was trying to run away again.

This person is truly determined; even when bound like this, they can still use their remaining strength to slowly move outwards.

However, his subordinates soon burst into laughter.

If it were him, knowing he was about to fall into the hands of a monster, he would probably have fared even worse.

That would be a living hell, or rather, death itself would be a luxury.

Finding this amusing, his subordinate removed the rag from Luo Liangde's mouth and then laughed.

"Hey buddy, why are you in such a hurry to run away? Master Zhao really likes you. If you disappear, he'll be furious."

Unexpectedly, Luo Liangde did not shout or yell. Instead, he used his body to support his waist and then kowtowed repeatedly.

"Grandpa, you're my own grandfather. I beg you, please give me a quick death. I truly don't want to be treated like a plaything by those bastards, unable to even find peace in death."

Those words were so heart-wrenching that they brought tears to one's eyes.

His subordinate was also taken aback, then bent down and gently helped Luo Liangde up, patting the dust off his body.

Is there a chance?

Seeing the sudden glimmer of hope in those eyes, the subordinate smiled.

"You know, I have a certain hidden ailment."

What?
Luo Liangde looked incredulous, but his subordinates continued to speak calmly.

"I've never been able to get an erection since I was a child. No matter how many beautiful women I meet or how many drugs I use, I still can't get an erection."

"Well, you should try other things, like folk remedies or something. For example, I know an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. If you're willing to let me go, I can introduce you to him."

Before he could finish speaking, his subordinate interrupted him.

"--Honestly, after all these years, I've basically gotten used to it. I'll just let it be. Anyway, I've never experienced that kind of pleasure you guys have. - But the problem is, it's still pretty embarrassing to say this out loud, and of course, I've suffered a lot of strange looks because of it since I was a child."

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Whether Luo Liangde interrupted or remained silent, his subordinates continued talking.

"But you know what? Later, I actually found a good solution—it was when I was on orders to feed a guy who couldn't pay his debts to the monster, and while watching that guy being devoured bit by bit, starting from his feet, I actually felt a kind of impulse I'd never felt before—"

He leaned close to Luo Liangde's ear and spoke in a suppressed yet incredibly excited voice.

"It was a feeling of genuine excitement, a joy I'd never experienced before—otherwise, why would I do this kind of menial work that everyone else avoids like the plague for so long? It's all about enjoying this feeling."

Luo Liangde was stunned. After a long while, he finally murmured something.

"You're a pervert, a complete pervert."

His subordinate gave a wry smile.

"Who can argue with that? But in this godforsaken world, you can't survive without being a little twisted."

The conversation ends here.

Luo Liangde knew that begging for mercy was hopeless. He swayed a few times with a pale face and then fell back into the dust. His men watched his reaction with great interest—but it was very quick.

This person frowned again.

He rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch.

"It's been almost fifteen minutes. That guy should be back by now, even if he needs to relieve himself. Did something happen?"

The first thing that came to his mind was that it was strange.

But soon he shook his head.

—That shouldn't be the case. If it were truly bizarre, Chef Zhao inside would have reacted much faster than I would. The weaker ones would have become food, and the stronger ones would have run away long ago.

Are they enemies from the gang?

That's even more impossible.

He has indeed made quite a few enemies over the years, but none of them are crazy enough to follow him into the wasteland to settle scores.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

"This idiot is so scared he's going crazy and wants to find a place to hide."

He spat out a mouthful of phlegm, and a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

Although it's okay if this kind of guy dies, the gang is short-handed right now, and bringing him back would count as a performance bonus—meaning he'd have to go through the trouble of finding someone else.

He glanced at Luo Liangde with pity, then kicked him unconscious, before slowly walking in the direction where the floral shirt had disappeared.

Without the light, darkness once again enveloped our vision.

However, since they had managed to survive in this treacherous world, their men had acquired some night vision, and with the moonlight filtering in, there was no need to worry about getting lost. As they entered the alley, one of them carefully estimated the distance.

The floral shirt was indeed a sales metric, but he couldn't risk his life for it, so he simply moved forward step by step, cautiously scanning his surroundings with his eyes.

He would absolutely turn tail and run at the slightest sound.

Fortunately, the familiar route went smoothly, and soon he spotted the figure in the floral shirt.

Just as he expected, the guy found a dark corner and was curled up, looking like he was terrified.

—So you're planning to come back with me after everything's over? Ha, what a complete fool.

The subordinate rolled his eyes and lowered his voice to greet him.

"What the hell are you doing? Hiding like a coward won't help. I've already told you, we've been doing business with Master Zhao for years, his side is absolutely safe."

Unfortunately, the other party didn't respond at all to his rare act of kindness.

His subordinate's expression immediately turned cold, and his words became extremely impolite.

“Normally, a newcomer like you who made a mistake only needs to run the wasteland once, but judging from your performance, how about I talk to the boss and promote you to permanent stationed position?”

It still hasn't moved.

His subordinates finally lost all patience and went up to shove it away.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me—"

The conversation abruptly stopped.

What was revealed to him was indeed the face of the man in the floral shirt, but fear had materialized and solidified on his face.

—This guy is dead!

but.

Who killed him?
weird?

No, that's impossible. If it really was a monster that killed him, then this guy couldn't have left behind a complete corpse.
However, just as his subordinates were starting to panic, a gust of wind suddenly sounded in his ear, in the shadows behind him.

He instinctively reached out to block the wind—and he did manage to stop it, but a sharp pain suddenly shot through his other cheek.

—It felt like being hit in the face with a powerful punch!
His subordinate grunted. Instead of retaliating against the sudden attack, he used the momentum to roll several times on the ground before suddenly raising his head.

He wasn't afraid; in fact, he felt somewhat fortunate.

Someone who can punch someone is definitely not a monster, but rather a human being like their enemy.
—No, are there really people this brain-dead who would chase someone all the way to the wasteland to seek revenge?
Looking up, his head spinning, he wanted to see which brilliant strategist it was—but the next moment, he froze.

He didn't recognize the guy in front of him.

No, it's not just that we don't know each other.

The man was as thin as a stick, and his leg was clearly badly injured—it was wrapped in several layers of blood-soaked cloth. His face was covered in mud and dust, making him look quite disheveled. Only the corners of his mouth were upturned, always carrying a strange smile.

Beside him was an old longsword, which he had picked up from somewhere. It didn't look very sharp, and the blade was dragging limply on the ground, as if it didn't even have the strength to lift it.

How could he dare to do that with his crippled state, where he could be blown away by the wind?
Moreover, how did this guy end up alone in the wasteland?
His subordinate's gaze shifted downwards, and when he saw the outfit, he paused for a few seconds, then suddenly broke into a smile.

"Illegal scavengers. I was just saying, you guys are like cockroaches, you can't kill them all. What, you didn't find anything good, and you just happened to run into us, so you're trying to double-cross us and take us as your spoils?"

The young man didn't speak, but continued to look at him with that smile.

For some reason, his subordinates felt a little uneasy.

Perhaps to ease his emotions, the subordinate tilted his cigarette, then kicked the corpse in the floral shirt next to him hard, and said disdainfully.

"A piece of trash is still a piece of trash. If I had known he could be killed by a cripple, I would have just handed him over to Master Zhao and gotten some resources in return."

At this point, the young man opposite finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse, but very gentle.

"You've done this more than once?"

What the hell is he talking about?

The subordinate didn't speak, but the other party took it as a tacit agreement and then said the second sentence.

"I've been lost in this area for several days. Do you know where the exit is, or the nearest settlement?"

This time, however, his subordinates looked at him as if he were mentally ill.

—You think you can get lost in the wilderness for days? Who do you think you are, one of those legendary lords?!
His subordinate was too lazy to waste words. He stretched his muscles and wanted to subdue this crazy guy first.

Although the man in the floral shirt is dead, giving this idiot to Chef Zhao might salvage some of the loss.

But seeing his posture, the other party could only sigh.

"I don't know what you guys are thinking. I just wanted to ask for directions, and one by one you started fighting right away. Has the world become so corrupt? You can't talk properly without a fight, can you?"

—What the hell are you talking about? Didn't you launch the sneak attack first?
Before he could even utter those words, Leng Xia, with a sinister look in his eyes, drew a dagger and charged forward!
Being punched was clearly an accident, but now that he'd figured it out, with his physique and years of experience in gang warfare, taking down this cripple wouldn't be too difficult.

Have you ever thought about it?

The young man did not dodge the powerful punch.

He simply watched—and then, just as the dagger was about to strike, he slightly turned his body.

The blade narrowly missed him. The next second, a fist rose from below and slammed into his abdomen.

To be fair, he wasn't particularly strong, nor was his punching fast; compared to a typical brawl, it was practically a tickle—but his opponent seemed to pinpoint his vital points precisely, instantly making him feel nauseous.

But he was, after all, a thug in the underworld, and a thug known for his ruthlessness. He immediately swallowed the vomit that was rising in his throat, then gripped the dagger in his other hand and tried to stab the other man in the throat.

He did initially intend to capture him alive, but after a brief exchange, he immediately made up his mind.

There's obviously something fishy going on here, we have to take it down first!

Otherwise.

The young man still didn't back down.

He raised the old longsword and simply held it upright in front of him.

There was no waving or even any attempt to obstruct.

But the blade under his hand seemed to have run into it on its own, hitting it head-on—and to his astonishment, it broke in two like glass!

Is this sword a cutting machine? It's incredibly sharp!

Unfortunately, the other party didn't give him time to think.

The next second, a heavy fist was already smashing down on his face!

(End of this chapter)