Apocalypse: Zombie Elimination Expert

"stand up!"

Chen Tuo looked down at him with a cold gaze.

The dizziness in Hua Lian's head had mostly subsided, but the fear in his heart just wouldn't go away.

He was terrified of being beaten.

After their exchange, he realized that Chen Tuo's fighting skills and experience were far superior to his own.

The difference cannot be bridged simply by body size.

If this continues, he might really be beaten to death, just like he said...

"Brother, please, please don't do this..."

The man with the painted face was still lying on the ground, supporting himself with one hand, slowly shrinking back.

He was cursing wildly in his mind.

He cursed Fang Hui, cursed Li Wenwu, cursed everyone.

Wasn't this guy supposed to be a shoddy boxer from some shady competition?

Wasn't it said that he was incredibly weak in combat in the underground parking garage, struggling even to deal with two zombies?

This technique, this power, is he a slacker?

Most professionals couldn't beat him, right?

Although Hua Lian is an amateur fighter, he has made friends with some professional fighters from smaller tournaments over the years of fighting in underground boxing.

Despite the difference in skill level, he was still able to gain the upper hand in terms of physique through numerous private sparring sessions.

Therefore, he was confident in his own abilities.

That's why he was so confident that he could take Chen Tuo by the nose.

But the result was completely different from what he had expected.

He still can't figure out what kind of competition Chen Tuo is a professional player in, or what his specific skill level is.

Why is it that even though their physiques are similar to those of the professional players they've sparred with, the sense of pressure they exude is dozens of times greater?

Throughout the entire exchange, I couldn't gain the slightest advantage.

No matter how many punches he threw, apart from the first few that landed on his guard, all the rest were dodged.

Each time it was just a hair's breadth away, but that hair's breadth was repeated dozens of times.

The man with the painted face even began to suspect that Chen Tuo had deliberately taken the first few punches he landed...

"stand up."

Chen Tuo still had that cold expression, and still uttered those two simple words.

The man with the painted face continued to back away, a fawning smile on his face.

"Brother, there must be some misunderstanding here. I mean you no harm. Let's sit down and talk it over..."

"stand up."

"There's really no need for this, brother. Li Wenwu was the one who orchestrated all of this. He was the one who contacted me first, and he was the one who came up with the plan. Why don't you kill him and do whatever you want with him? A traitor like him deserves to die!"

"stand up."

"Brother, stop saying that. I'm getting a little scared. If you're still upset, why don't you punch me a few more times to vent your anger? Just pretend I was wrong, and we'll survive together from now on. With our skills, if we join forces, we can take over the whole of Jia City..."

"I'll say it one more time, get up, or I'll kill you with one blow."

The painted face's smile froze completely.

Unbeknownst to him, he had retreated to the window, with nowhere left to go.

Especially when he saw that Chen Tuo's hand was already on the dagger at his waist, he panicked and immediately turned over and knelt on the ground.

They knelt respectfully.

For him, kneeling was never a disgrace; survival was more important than anything else.

A true man can bend and stretch; a momentary humiliation is nothing.

As long as he can survive, even if Chen Tuo makes him eat shit, he will stuff it into his mouth while saying "It smells so good."

"How about this, you be the big one, and I'll be the small one. As long as you spare me, I'll be your slave. There are so few survivors now, and someone my size who can fight is definitely a rare talent! Rather than killing me, it's better to keep me by your side, even if it's just as a henchman. For you..."

Fang Hui stared blankly at the painted face kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy in a humble manner. Suddenly, her steadfast belief collapsed.

Is this the invincible painted-face guy in his eyes?

Is this the kind of man who thinks he can win over all the survivors and become a man above all others?

Why would he beg for mercy like a dog at Chen Tuo's feet?

This man I've never heard of before...

How come this man, who looks like a pretty boy, could treat even the famous painted-face actor like a chicken or a dog and crush him to death on the ground?

If I had known it would turn out this way, why did I go to all that trouble to please the painted-face man?

It would be better to use every means to please Chen Tuo from the very beginning.

At least he's more handsome than the painted-face guy, and more worthy of me...

Seeing that Hua Lian was still chattering on and on, Chen Tuo's patience had run out.

He didn't speak again, but slowly drew the dagger from his waist.

The painted face's pupils suddenly contracted, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down its forehead.

As Chen Tuo approached him step by step, the gleaming silver blade still bore traces of dried blood...

"slow!"

He slowly rose to his feet, his expression shifting from a fawning smile and pleading for mercy to one of rage and madness.

"I've already humbled myself to this extent, and you still don't know what's good for me. You're really trying to force me to my death. It seems I'm not going to live today. Since that's the case, let's have a real fight and see if you really have the ability to kill me!"

Seeing the painted-face man adopt a desperate stance, Chen Tuo raised an eyebrow.

"interesting."

Just as he was about to put the dagger away...

With a ferocious expression and fists clenched as if on the verge of madness, Hua Lian suddenly turned around, grabbed Old Zhang, who was slumped in the corner on the verge of shock, and used him as a cushion to smash him straight into the window.

bang bang bang-

The glass shattered into countless fragments.

The man with the painted face clung tightly to Old Zhang, and together they fell out of the window.

Chen Tuo was startled and rushed to the window.

Jiang Xin also ran over at the same time.

"Holy crap! The third floor, and he just jumped straight down like that? Even more ruthless than a tough guy, he's a werewolf!"

Jiang Xin's eyes widened in surprise; she had never expected the painted-face man to pull such a stunt.

Broken glass littered the ground, and Hua Lian and Old Zhang lay among it...

Old Zhang was already on the verge of shock due to excessive blood loss, and then Hua Lian pulled him down from the third floor without warning, making him a human cushion. He was already beyond dead.

He was covered in shards of glass, large and small, and bright red blood was visibly spreading beneath him.

The man with the painted face was on top of him, and he also had many scratches on his body. He was clutching his arm and wincing in pain, his body curled up like a shrimp, clearly out of breath.

Even with a cushion and strong enough physical strength, the impact of jumping from the third floor is something no one can withstand.

The commotion instantly attracted all the zombies downstairs in the apartment building.

At least thirty zombies were roaring in from all directions.

The intense smell of blood completely activated the zombies' senses. They were no longer slow and sluggish, but instead dragged their bodies with red eyes, entering their most excited hunting state.

The stench of blood continued to spread, and the zombies grew increasingly noisy, causing a chain reaction to spread rapidly.

More and more zombies were closing in on the two of them, their numbers quickly exceeding one hundred, a dark, horrifying sight...

Seeing the zombies closing in on him, Hua Lian, who was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up, bit his tongue and forced himself to get up despite the excruciating pain that felt like his body was about to fall apart.

We have no choice but to climb; we'll die.

He limped along, dragging one leg, toward the side where the zombies hadn't yet gathered, while glancing back upstairs.

His face was a mixture of ecstatic joy at surviving a disaster and deep-seated resentment.

Chen Tuo calmly watched this scene, his fingertips tracing the dagger as he slowly aimed at the painted-face man...

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