In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

This is the young man who knelt down to beg for mercy, dropped the baseball bat first, and resolutely chose to leave.

When the sticks that were once swung down on him fell on his own body today, he realized that those people he had beaten so hard, twisted and turned, and shouted were not faking it; they were really in pain, the kind of pain that is etched into his bones.

Brotherhood, loyalty, wealth and glory—all are fleeting; only the beatings are real.

Slowed down, Feng Yuan turned around and looked at the pale-faced Er Gou, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

One shouldn't be too honest; why work so hard for such a small amount of hard-earned money each month?

After all, they've spent several years together, so there's bound to be some affection between them. Lending a hand would leave a good impression on others.

With that thought in mind, Feng Yuan bent down and stretched out his hand.

Unexpectedly, Er Gou showed no appreciation whatsoever, stiffly raising his head and scrutinizing him with his pale pupils.

"What kind of look is that? Are you trying to bite me?"

Feng Yuan's eye twitched violently; he tried to pull his hand away, but it was too late.

Suddenly, Er Gou opened his mouth wide, spewing out a stream of yellow gas, and bit down hard on Feng Yuan's finger, almost swallowing it whole.

Er Gou shook his head, just like a canine when it catches its prey, trying to speed up the separation of meat and prey by shaking it.

The pain was excruciating; the color drained from Feng Yuan's face, and fine beads of sweat quickly covered his forehead.

"Damn it, Er Gou, let go! Holy crap..."

After a brief moment of distraction, Feng Yuan immediately raised his fist and slammed it hard into Er Gou's cheek.

One punch, two punches, each one landing with a thud. Feng Yuan's expression grew increasingly ferocious, and he pounded the ground harder and harder.

However, no matter how hard he punched, Er Gou, who was biting his finger, seemed to have lost all feeling of pain and refused to let go.

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out. With his body freed from its restraints, Feng Yuan's body went limp, and the back of his head slammed against the floor with a dull thud.

Creak, creak...

The chilling chewing sounds froze everyone in the room.

Xu Shuai leaned against the van, holding his breath.

Night had fallen, the lights in the courtyard were off, and the viewing distance was quite far, so he couldn't see some details clearly with only the brightness of the streetlights.

However, his keen intuition gave him a strange feeling that he was being watched by a venomous snake, so he quietly took back the phone that was still recording.

The sudden silence was the worst thing. Yang Kexin, hiding in the car, was puzzled and only showed her big eyes, secretly observing.

"Ah, ah, ah... I'm going to kill you!"

Feng Yuan, who had just fallen to the ground, immediately got up and let out a frantic wail.

His eyes were bloodshot and he was filled with rage. He picked up a baseball bat that was lying on the side and swung it at Er Gou, who was sitting on the ground and hadn't had time to get up.

Without holding back, the crazed Feng Yuan smashed Er Gou's head until it bled profusely in just a few blows.

"What are you all still looking at? Go and pull him away! Are you waiting for someone to die?"

Xu Shuai suddenly regretted turning off the recording too early and not recording that part.

This person is so cautious and fearful when fighting outside, as if he is afraid of scratching the enemy even a little bit.

Instead, when they attack their own people, they act like mad dogs, striking with deadly force and showing no mercy, specifically targeting weaknesses.

That's the face, the most obvious part of the injury.

After Xu Shuai reminded them, the group, belatedly realizing what was happening, finally came to their senses.

They swarmed forward, withstood Feng Yuan's blow, and together they knocked the irrational Feng Yuan to the ground.

"Let me go, let me go, I'm going to kill him..."

Feng Yuan, who had fallen to the ground again, let out a hysterical roar. He straightened his back and tried to get up.

Blood oozing from Feng Yuan's severed finger splattered everywhere during the struggle, while his other hand was also restless, frantically scratching at everything it touched.

Several burly men joined forces to flip Feng Yuan over, so that he was facing the floor and his back was in the air. They grabbed his limbs and pinned him down.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! Blood has splattered in my mouth."

"Stop talking, the blood stinks horribly, the smell is unbearable."

"And you're right, my arms are all scratched up, thankfully he didn't scratch my face."

......

Lowering the car window, Yang Kexin asked softly, "Xu Shuai, what's going on? Why are they fighting each other?"

"Someone just went berserk and bit off his finger. This person was emotional and went a bit too far, and couldn't control himself."

Xu Shuai looked serious, staring intently ahead, afraid of missing any details.

"Xu Shuai," Yang Kexin reached out and grabbed Xu Shuai's sleeve, her voice weak and almost pleading, "Get in the car quickly, we need to leave right away."

She spoke in a low voice, afraid that her voice would be too loud and attract attention.

Xu Shuai turned around, looked at the barely concealed fear in Yang Kexin's eyes, and revealed a look of sudden realization.

He nodded slightly, patted Yang Kexin's trembling hand, and then continued to observe.

Xu Shuai understood what Yang Kexin was trying to say: the man's madness was not an accident, but possibly caused by a viral infection, resulting in 'zombie'-like physiological characteristics.

This means that the zombies Yang Kexin mentioned have appeared.

Fortunately, there were few people around, and the situation on the field was not serious, so Xu Shuai wanted to take the opportunity to gather more information and verify it from multiple perspectives.

For example, the infection speed and methods of the zombie virus.

Through observation, Xu Shuai discovered that the 'zombie's' defense seemed average; its brain core had not been pierced, and it could be subdued simply by tapping it.

The atmosphere on the field subtly changed. After Feng Yuan was subdued, everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Shuai, as if they recognized him as their leader.

Sensing that something was wrong, Wang Qing quietly disappeared into the night.

Slowly regaining his senses, Feng Yuan recalled the scene from before and made a low "woo-woo-woo" sound.

He was crying, frustrated, and mostly panicked.

Seeing that Feng Yuan's emotions had returned to normal, the burly men who were pressing down on him thought for a moment and quickly got up.

They patted Feng Yuan on the shoulder and gave him a look that said, "Good luck."

Looking at Er Gou, whose face was completely unrecognizable, his cheeks sunken, and even his parents wouldn't recognize him, Feng Yuan stared blankly, staggered, and collapsed to the ground.

It's over, it's over. He killed someone. His life is over.

With witnesses and physical evidence present, it would be difficult to destroy the evidence.

"Can we leave now?" someone asked, speaking politely and softly.

Xu Shuai pondered for a moment: "No rush. First, stop the bleeding for the person with the severed finger, then lift the unconscious person into the car. Be gentle and get them down the mountain to the hospital immediately. Be quick and don't delay."

The group had a clear division of labor. First, they reached out to check the breathing of the unconscious Ghost Hand and the motionless Yellow Hair. They found that Ghost Hand and Yellow Hair were still breathing. The four of them quickly lifted them onto the bread cart.

In fact, Ghost Hand had already woken up before Feng Yuan went mad, but at that time, he was surrounded by painful screams and dared not open his eyes, so he could only continue to pretend to be unconscious.

As soon as he got on the bus and leaned back in his seat, Ghost Hand opened his eyes and met the eyes of the yellow-haired man who had just survived the ordeal.

Their eyes met, and without uttering a sound, they each turned to one side and kept their eyes closed.

Xu Shuai silently counted, focusing on observing Feng Yuan and the several men who had been scratched by Feng Yuan and had mistakenly ingested his blood.

50s, 51s...

When the countdown reached one minute, Feng Yuan, who had been bitten first and collapsed to the ground, suddenly fell silent after crying all the while.

His upper body began to tremble irregularly, and he made faint hoarse sounds.

Just then, a dark shadow blocked Xu Shuai's view.