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

After a brief moment's thought, Lin Chen nodded: "Okay, then you can come along."

Wang Xing was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, his mouth gushing out like a machine gun: "Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss! Don't worry, I know this area like the back of my hand. I know every street and alley, every faction and their background! Just let me know if you need anything—"

"Alright," Lin Chen interrupted him, "Take me to the Financial City first."

Wang Xing was taken aback: "Financial City? That area is Xie family territory now..."

"I know. We're looking for them."

Wang Xing opened his mouth, wanting to ask but not daring to. He gritted his teeth, and finally just nodded vigorously, then turned around and led the way.

His underlings also took the opportunity to carry the supplies they had just dug out of the snow and followed in a flash.

As they passed by Fatty Li, some people couldn't help but turn around for a glance, but they didn't stop walking.

Fatty Li stood there, watching the group of people walk past him. His lips moved, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Stop him? He didn't dare. The red and white mess on the ground had already frozen into ice crystals.

Wang Xing walked very fast, his back straight, as if to bolster his courage.

Lin Chen followed behind him, casually asking about the situation in Shanghai.

Wang Xing slowly realized... He had never even heard of such a ruthless big shot before. So he was from out of town?

"Boss, where did you come from?" he asked cautiously.

"Guangdong Province," Lin Chen replied casually.

Wang Xing gasped.

How far is it to walk from Guangdong Province to Shanghai? How arduous is that?

Halfway there, Wang Xing told his men to go back to camp first.

The young men looked at each other, and when someone tried to say something, he glared at them, so they had no choice but to carry the supplies away.

Wang Xing led Lin Chen alone toward the Financial City, his steps steady, his palms sweaty.

He'd made up his mind: if anything really happened, he'd take the blame alone!

The two walked for nearly an hour, and Lin Chen had a general idea of ​​the power structure in Shanghai.

In the entire city of Shanghai, there are five top-tier forces with more than 200,000 members.

The area in Pudong to the east is Xie's territory.

To the north lies military territory, guarding the original location of the military camp.

A power has emerged near the airport on the west side. Its leader is said to be a senior executive of a logistics company who started his business by controlling the supplies in the airport warehouse.

It's rumored that the south side has been taken control by a student, but no one knows how he did it.

The most fantastical place is the city center, where an ordinary employee of a listed company managed to establish himself in the area with the highest concentration of zombies, and gathered more than 200,000 people under his command.

The leaders of these forces are all S-level powerhouses, and as for their specific superpowers, that's beyond the knowledge of a nobody like Wang Xing.

"What about the Xie family?" Lin Chen asked. "What's their background?"

Wang Xing thought for a moment: "The Xie family was in the real estate business before the apocalypse. They developed the Moon Lake Villa area. It's said that the eldest son of the Xie family awakened an S-level superpower and led a group of desperados from his family to plunder everywhere, gradually building up their power."

Lin Chen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The two walked for a while longer and then saw the outline of the financial city in the distance.

Those once-glorious skyscrapers now stand gray and lifeless in the snow, their glass curtain walls mostly shattered, their dark windows like empty eyes.

Wang Xing slowed down and glanced back at Lin Chen.

"Boss Lin, the Xie family's territory is just ahead."

Lin Chen looked up and nodded. Many of the buildings here have underground civil defense facilities, so it is indeed a good place.

He led the way, and Wang Xing quickly followed, his back already soaked with sweat.

He didn't know what this big shot wanted from the Xie family, but he knew that today's trip was unlikely to be peaceful.

Upon arriving at the foot of a skyscraper, the two were immediately stopped by two lookouts.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

Lin Chen smiled slightly: "I'm looking for the person in charge of your Xie family."

The two henchmen were taken aback. Who was this guy? Why was he so arrogant, demanding to see their Young Master Xie right off the bat?

The two men exchanged a glance and cautiously asked, "What business do you have with our young master?"

"To gather some information."

"Who are you? We need to inform the young master."

"Lin Chen".

The two were taken aback; they had never heard of this name before.

But given the other party's arrogant tone, they dared not be negligent and reported the situation to their superiors via walkie-talkie.

A short while later, three people came out of the building.

The leader had dyed white hair and was only wearing a simple winter coat despite the freezing weather. He looked to be in his early twenties, with his chin held high and his eyes looking down on the top of his head.

The two underlings quickly bowed and greeted him: "Third Young Master."

Xie Sanshao glanced at Lin Chen, sizing him up, and snorted, "So you're the one who wants to see my older brother?"

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and slightly curled the corners of his mouth: "Request an audience? Your older brother isn't qualified."

Young Master Xie's face instantly flushed red, and the white hair on his head seemed to stand on end: "Where did this brat come from, daring to look down on my Xie family! Men, chop him down!"

Before he could finish speaking, two superhumans rushed up from behind him.

Suddenly, over a hundred people surged out from the shadows, completely surrounding Lin Chen and Wang Xing.

Swords, spears, clubs, and supernatural lights gleamed coldly in the gloomy sky.

Wang Xing's legs were trembling, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were making a grinding sound.

But he still drew a long knife from his waist, gripped it tightly with both hands, the tip of the knife pointing forward, and took a step to be half a step behind Lin Chen.

The knife was trembling, and so was the person, but they did not retreat.

Lin Chen glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and nodded to himself.

This guy's got guts, but he's doing terribly. No wonder... in the apocalypse, guts alone aren't enough; you also need real strength!

His dozen or so men had neither supplies nor strength; they were lucky to have survived this long.

Before I could finish thinking, two superhumans had already rushed in front of me.

The one on the left had a metallic sheen all over his body, half of his face was coated with an iron gray, and his knuckles made a clicking metallic scraping sound when he clenched his fist.

The one on the right had grown so much that his clothes were bulging, and the ground trembled with every step he took.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, simultaneously raised their fists and threw punches.

Before the punch even landed, the ear-piercing sound of air being torn apart had already entered Wang Xing's ears, and even his face seemed to be stinging from the force of the punch.

Just as he was about to raise his knife to meet the attack, Lin Chen was already standing in front of him in a flash.

Then......

The two who rushed up were sent flying, crashing straight into the concrete wall of the building behind them. They were stuck in it, unable to move.

Before the hundred or so people behind him could react, they had already rushed up to Lin Chen.

Then, Wang Xing witnessed a scene he would never forget in his life.

Figures flew about. One after another, as if flung out by an invisible giant hand, some crashing into the wall, some embedding themselves in pillars, and some smashing through glass doors and rolling into the lobby.

Screams, the cracking of bones, and the sound of walls crumbling mingled together, echoing under the gray sky.

In just a few breaths, the once dense encirclement was now empty.

The wall is covered with densely packed human-shaped indentations.