Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Upon hearing what the skinny dog ​​said, Brother Biao's expression changed drastically.

Without saying a word, he pulled out a watermelon knife from his back, the tip pointing directly at Lin Chen.

The other three also drew their long swords and quickly lined up, staring menacingly at the uninvited guest.

Lin Chen, however, looked relaxed and even looked at the skinny dog ​​hiding behind him with amusement.

That look was clearly directed at an ant that thought it was safe.

"You little brat, you've got some nerve!" Brother Biao shouted sternly, his blade gleaming coldly in the dim light. "You dare cause trouble at the Big Knife Society!"

He didn't rush forward immediately.

This man gave him a very dangerous feeling—he was just standing there doing nothing, yet he seemed like a lurking beast. Brother Biao gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

"Brother Biao, why waste your breath on him!"

The other burly man beside him wasn't as alert. In his eyes, besides the boss Huang Jun, the most formidable was Brother Biao. What trouble could a mere kid cause?

"Watch me chop him up with one stroke!"

He roared and charged forward, knife in hand.

Then--

"Bang."

He had barely gotten within a meter of Lin Chen when he was hit as if by a speeding truck, flying sideways and crashing hard into a nearby pillar.

It sank deep inside and remained motionless.

Only countless concrete blocks slid down.

Brother Biao's pupils contracted sharply.

He didn't even see how Lin Chen made his move!

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and Brother Biao's hand gripping the knife began to tremble.

The next second, he suddenly pulled a gong from his waist and started banging it like a madman.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

The piercing sound of a gong exploded in the underground parking garage, making people's eardrums hurt.

Lin Chen remained motionless, just watching.

Yuanzi, annoyed by the noise, rolled his ears back and bared his teeth at Biao Ge in dissatisfaction.

As soon as the gong sounded, a jumble of footsteps echoed from all directions.

From every corner, from those partitioned little rooms, from the depths of dark passageways...

A large crowd surged out.

Some people ran out with their pants up, some were shirtless, and some were holding their knives upside down, but without exception, everyone was clutching a long knife.

They come in various styles, but watermelon knives are the most common.

Lin Chen glanced at it, a slight smile playing on his lips.

No wonder they're called the Big Knife Society.

Before long, Lin Chen was surrounded by a dense crowd.

More than three thousand people, all holding long swords, their blades gleaming coldly in the dim light.

It was blocked by layers upon layers of barriers, completely impassable.

Lin Chen stood still, his expression unchanged.

Yuanzai squatted at his feet, seemingly oblivious to the gleaming knife tips around them, his little eyes still darting around.

At this moment, the crowd automatically parted to make way.

A middle-aged man wearing a long red robe walked out slowly.

He was only 1.7 meters tall, and the long robe he wore almost made him stand on the ground.

He was thin, with a sinister face, high cheekbones, and narrow, triangular eyes that looked like a venomous snake flicking its tongue when it looked at people.

He walked three steps away from Lin Chen, stopped, and looked the uninvited guest up and down.

Lin Chen looked at him with interest. This was Huang Jun, the leader of the Big Knife Society?

A gaunt middle-aged man, dressed in a bright red robe, looked as if he were about to undergo a wedding ceremony.

Biao Ge's words quickly confirmed his guess.

"Master Huang." Brother Biao immediately leaned over and lowered his voice, but it was enough for Lin Chen to hear, "This guy just killed Xiao Dao in one move."

Huang Jun's eyes narrowed even more.

Xiao Dao is his capable subordinate, a third-tier A-level expert. Anyone who can kill him in one move is at least a fourth-tier expert, or even possibly an S-level expert.

No wonder he dared to storm the Big Sword Society alone.

He stared at Lin Chen without saying a word.

Lin Chen looked at him, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Surrounded by three thousand swords, this man acted as if nothing had happened.

Huang Jun's heart sank even further.

"Young man, what brings you here?"

Huang Jun's voice was unhurried, with a deliberately gentle tone, "Please forgive the poor service from the staff just now."

He was polite in his words, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Chen, as if he were observing every subtle reaction of his prey.

Lin Chen glanced at him and asked casually, "Is this all the people in your Big Knife Society?"

This attitude doesn't resemble someone surrounded by three thousand people at all.

Huang Jun's eyelid twitched.

He gave Lin Chen a deep look, and the polite smile on his face faded a bit.

However, he did not have an attack.

So what if he's strong? Huang Jun is also an S-rank fourth-level fighter, and his superpowers are incredibly powerful. If it really came down to a fight, he didn't think he would lose to this young man.

I'm saying all this now just to probe the other party's bottom line.

But this person, instead of answering the question, gave an irrelevant reply.

Huang Jun narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Lin Chen's calm face, and the slight apprehension in his heart was gradually suppressed by this displeasure.

"Of course, my Big Knife Society can't be this small." Huang Jun twitched the corner of his mouth, a forced smile. "Many of our brothers have gone out to search for supplies and rescue survivors."

"Rescue the survivors?"

Lin Chen chuckled, his laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"I'm afraid it's gone to find food for those zombies you're raising."

Huang Jun's expression changed drastically.

This matter wasn't a secret within the Big Knife Society. But to have it so bluntly exposed by an outsider still sent a jolt through him.

This kind of shady business can only be done secretly for now.

If word gets out, the military will definitely fight to the death.

Although he was confident in his strength and did not think he would die, the power he had painstakingly built was likely to collapse in an instant.

What's more, there's that bald-headed Hu San who's a fake righteous guy—he doesn't get along with him, and he probably won't stand idly by if something like this happens.

"Boy," Huang Jun's voice turned cold, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "you've already chosen a path to your death!"

Lin Chen looked at him with disdain, as if he were looking at a clown.

"Oh?" A slight smile played on his lips. "How do you plan to kill me?"

Huang Jun did not answer.

He just stared at Lin Chen, his eyes growing increasingly sinister, like a venomous snake poised to strike.

Seeing that he remained silent, Lin Chen didn't mind and continued speaking slowly and deliberately:

"The apocalypse has only been going on for less than twenty days. There are countless zombies outside, so you have no shortage of targets to hunt."

He paused, his gaze falling on Huang Jun's face.

"You should be at Tier 4 by now, right? Are you planning to train these zombies to Tier 4 as well, so you can break through to Tier 5 in a short time?"

Huang Jun's eyelid twitched.

Lin Chen continued, his tone unhurried, as if he were chatting casually:

"Then you'll be able to dominate Dongguan, and even the entire Guangdong province?"

With each word he spoke, Huang Jun's heart sank a little deeper.

How does this person know everything?

His plans, his schemes, his deepest ambitions—all were revealed one by one in public by a stranger, like turning the pages of an open book.

What made Huang Jun even more uneasy was the other person's demeanor while speaking.

It's so easy.

That's too casual.

Was it an act?

Or are you really not afraid?

If it's acting, that's fine. But if they're genuinely fearless...

He stared at Lin Chen's calm face, trying to find a clue in his eyes—tension, fear, or even a hint of unnaturalness.

Lin Chen continued talking, becoming more and more animated as he spoke.

Huang Jun became increasingly silent as he listened.

The more unrestrained the other party was, the less he dared to act rashly.