Chapter 69

Although extremely frightened, "Leopard Head" recounted the events in a relatively clear and organized manner.

When the scorpion was killed by Lu Tao, "Leopard Head" was actually quite happy, despite his fear.

This meant that Han Fei would have to shift her attention to him and give him more importance. Of course, "Leopard Head" wasn't stupid enough to run back and report immediately. Although he enjoyed the evil story between Gao Yanei and Lin Chong's wife, he could see that what Han Fei was truly interested in were the people the scorpion had repeatedly promised to bring back.

"Leopard Head" felt this was his chance.

Just like how Lin Chong was tricked into the White Tiger Hall, given a random charge, and exiled as a convict, after which Gao Yanei began to bully Lin Chong's wife... So, after Lu Tao and Lu Nuer left, "Leopard Head" didn't even glance at the scorpion's body and quickly returned to the residential building.

Going door-to-door to call people was exhausting, and "Leopard Head" didn't want to climb up from the first floor to call everyone out. He got a large copper basin and started banging it with a wooden stick. The loud noise disturbed many people. Seeing that most people were around, "Leopard Head" began his first speech in the stairwell—using a lot of the beautiful theories of the Liangshan heroes feasting and drinking, he urged everyone to follow him to the camp on the east side of the city.

The result of the speech: some people were willing to leave, some were hesitant, and some were skeptical and refused to go. Among them, the majority wanted to stay. Only about twenty people were willing to leave.

"Leopard Head" didn't think this was due to the chaos of his speech, nor did he think his heavily accented Mandarin was hard to understand. He was angry, feeling that his first time handling such a big scene without any support was really embarrassing. So, he had to be like Chen Huanan in "Young and Dangerous," using wisdom and courage to win his own followers, women, and territory.

Wielding a large machete to threaten people to follow him—this idea was no different from suicide. "Leopard Head" wasn't Superman; the survivors in the building could trample him into a bloody mess with just a few kicks.

So, "Leopard Head" ran to the unoccupied floor upstairs. With great courage, he moved the obstacles blocking the iron bars and used pliers to cut the wire. Taking advantage of the moment when the zombies didn't come down from the roof, he quickly ran downstairs.

His plan was simple—just release the zombies on the upper floors, and the people living in the building would have to leave. At that time, they would have no other choice but to follow him.

After all, no one saw that it was him who did it.

After all, these people were already refugees wherever they went. It was better to use them as leverage to raise his own status.

The plan was perfect.

The means were ruthless.

The methods were cruel.

Soon, the entire building turned into a hell on earth. Everywhere, there were cries of despair and screams for help, and blood flowed like free-running tap water from the stairs and corridors. Ugly, stinking zombies were tearing into live people. Men, women, and children... people kept jumping out of the windows, from the second, third, even fifth and sixth floors.

"Leopard Head" stood downstairs like a savior, loudly calling for the panicked people to gather around him.

Running, screaming, crashing, and colliding... the sounds grew louder, attracting more zombies from upstairs to downstairs. Before "Leopard Head" could gather all the scattered people, the intersections and the ends of the streets were already filled with dense crowds of zombies.

They were all attracted by the noise, and their numbers kept increasing.

"Leopard Head's" face turned pale.

He finally understood why Lin Chong, with a combat value of 99, didn't challenge Gao Qiu, with a combat value of only 21, in a one-on-one fight, but instead fled to Liangshan without even caring about his wife—because Gao Qiu was a Grand Marshal with tens of thousands of troops under his command, and only a fool would challenge him.

"Leopard Head" had been injected with an immunity agent at Han Fei's camp and could handle a single zombie. However, these brainless creatures clearly didn't understand what courage and manners were. They would swarm, fight, and bite in a group. They would never understand the great heroic deeds of Chen Huanan, who conquered a district with a single knife, nor would they line up to fight "Leopard Head" one by one.

Looking at those monsters with their dead faces, tattered clothes, and stumbling steps, "Leopard Head's" heroic spirit instantly vanished. He was drenched in cold sweat, his face a mix of fear and laughter.

The ideal was glorious—"Leopard Head" thought he could step on the scorpion's body, bring back a large group of people to Han Fei, and live a happy and joyful life from then on.

The reality was cruel—if he hadn't run fast, he would have been surrounded by the zombie horde and torn into pieces of messy, sticky flesh.

Li Shunfa was dead.

The scorpion's former subordinate was also dead.

So, when he fled into Han Fei's camp, "Leopard Head" was alone, his clothes tattered, and he was still in shock, almost scared to death.

...

"I'm asking you—how did the scorpion die?"

"Leopard Head" was still thinking about the bloody scene from half an hour ago. He was dazed, and it wasn't until Han Fei repeated the question in a rage that he snapped out of his shock and fear.

"He... he was killed."

"Leopard Head's" voice was dry, his throat full of sand, sounding even hoarser than a severe asthma patient.

Han Fei chewed the meat in his mouth slowly, his tone cold: "Who did it?"

"A man, a man named Lu Tao... He used to live with us. He's a college student, very smart. The scorpion and he didn't get along well, and they had conflicts. The college student killed the scorpion. And... there was a woman."

"Leopard Head's" narration was choppy and emotionless. He was smart enough not to implicate himself. After all, Han Fei only asked who killed the scorpion, and it was normal for him to reveal Lu Tao, which didn't involve any issues of loyalty.

Han Fei stared at "Leopard Head." He instinctively disliked this sly-looking guy: "You were four people, and they were just one man and one woman, and you just watched the scorpion get killed by them?"

"They had a gun—"

"Leopard Head" reacted quickly, immediately shifting the blame.

This statement suddenly triggered the most sensitive nerve in Han Fei's brain. He stopped chewing, put the can on the table, and asked suspiciously: "What kind of gun?"

This question seemed strange but was not unnecessary.

Almost all noble families and financial groups had close ties with the military, and "Shengfei" was no exception.

Before Han Fei set out, the group's senior management repeatedly instructed: do not conflict with the military forces in Kunming. Although both were gathering survivors, the military only needed the most capable, strong, and experienced fighters. The noble families and financial groups, on the other hand, took everyone, including women and children.

Since before the virus outbreak, the "Shengfei" group had been stockpiling resources. According to Han Fei's knowledge, including himself, there were about 3,000 group members dispatched to various cities to gather survivors. He had always been curious why the group had predicted this disaster in advance and why he hadn't mutated like others. Of course, the inner workings of the group were not something a small figure like Han Fei could understand. He only knew that he must not conflict with the military and must treat the gathered refugees kindly, giving them food and collecting usable resources in the city, selecting suitable candidates to become new group members.

If the military had killed the scorpion, Han Fei could only pretend it never happened.

"Leopard Head" nervously glanced at Han Fei's subordinate standing opposite him, quickly pointing to the "Type 95" rifle in the other's hand, trembling and stammering: "It... it was this kind."

Han Fei subconsciously turned his head to look at the gun, and his face immediately turned grim.

This was a military standard weapon, and the killer's identity was obvious.

Just as he decided to let the matter go, "Leopard Head" suddenly added: "That... the college student wasn't wearing a military uniform, and the woman beside him didn't look like a soldier either."

Han Fei thought for a moment, his gaze quickly returning to "Leopard Head," his voice harsh: "Are you sure?"

"Leopard Head" hurriedly nodded repeatedly: "I secretly followed them for a while. Their camp was nearby, and it didn't look like a military base."

In an instant, Han Fei's frown deepened.

He knew the military had set up a monitoring station at the city's garrison headquarters, information that came from the "Shengfei" group's headquarters. Han Fei's armed personnel were few, barely maintaining the safety and vigilance of the camp area. He couldn't expand the search range and could only wait for more survivors to join or for the second batch of group personnel to arrive before taking further action.

Han Fei had never met Wu Guoguang, but he was very clear—-the military could not dispatch too many troops to set up monitoring stations everywhere. Moreover, "Leopard Head" had said: the people who killed the scorpion were not wearing military uniforms. This was already illogical.

Suddenly, Han Fei jumped up from his chair, grabbed "Leopard Head's" hair. "Leopard Head" immediately felt a piercing pain from the top of his head, as if his hair was being pulled out by a steel hand from deep within his scalp. The excruciating pain made "Leopard Head's" eyes go wide. He clutched his head with both hands, screaming in despair, his eyes rolling up, revealing a white sclera that looked like a dead person's.

Han Fei was unmoved. His face was tight, and he grabbed "Leopard Head's" hair with both hands, his right hand gripping his neck, lifting him up to his face. Looking at the scalp where blood was seeping from the roots, Han Fei sneered, almost pressing his face to "Leopard Head's" and roaring: "You're lying! How dare you use such a crude method to deceive me. I'll kill you and throw you to those damned zombies—"

"No! I, I'm telling the truth, the truth—"

"Leopard Head" screamed desperately: "They really killed the scorpion, I, I'm not lying."

Han Fei released his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck "Leopard Head's" cheek hard, roaring again: "How could they have military standard weapons?"

"I, I don't know.."

"Leopard Head" felt his scalp almost being torn off, and his strong survival instinct made his thoughts and speech speed up. He kept wailing and begging, using the most humble and desperate words to beg for his life: "They had guns, they killed the scorpion."

"Shut the fuck up—"

Han Fei cursed, released "Leopard Head's" head, and kicked his chin with his knee. "Leopard Head" felt many strange sounds in his head, his thoughts becoming chaotic. He screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, broken teeth mixed in, scattering on the floor.

"You conspired with the other two to kill the scorpion, and then you betrayed them. You thought that by being the only one left, you could get more benefits from me. So, you made up a perfect lie?"

"No, it's not like that, it's not—"

"Leopard Head" was full of fear. The words from Han Fei made him feel unprecedented terror. His face turned pale, blood flowing from his mouth, and he looked at the fierce Han Fei, struggling to clear his mind, trembling and gasping: "I, I'm not lying. It's true... true..."

Han Fei asked fiercely: "They had guns?"

"Leopard Head" weakly nodded.

"No military uniform?"

"No.."

"Besides the one who killed the scorpion, there was a woman?"

"Yes.."

Han Fei stared at the nearly lifeless "Leopard Head" for a long time, his gaze cold, finally releasing him, letting "Leopard Head" fall heavily to the ground like a lump of mud.

He didn't disbelieve "Leopard Head's" words. He just instinctively suspected and used brutal methods to torture him.

Han Fei wanted to see how long this guy could endure. In the face of pain and death, would he fabricate more lies?

"Leopard Head" was beaten badly, but his statements remained consistent.

Han Fei was satisfied.

He kicked the unconscious "Leopard Head" with his foot and instructed the subordinate standing beside him: "Wake him up, give him some food. When he's feeling better, we'll set out."

...

The sky gradually darkened.

Han Fei stood on the open ground below the camp, looking at the dozen or so armed personnel gathered around and the much better "Leopard Head," nodding in satisfaction. He walked briskly toward a "Dongfeng" truck that had already started its engine.

The group's headquarters had limited air transport capacity. Besides Han Fei and his subordinates, the camp's food reserves could last about two weeks, and the ammunition was about one basic unit.

Han Fei was very clear: his group was the vanguard, and they must make the most of the scattered resources in the city. Since the people who killed the scorpion were not soldiers, it meant that everything they had would become his.

Weapons, food, medicine... and the survivors.

According to the agreement between the "Shengfei" group and the military, they would become the group's private property. In simpler terms, they would be slaves.

The truck's lights were on, two beams of glaring light illuminating the dark street. Black figures were moving in the distance, getting closer to the camp.

Han Fei didn't think there was any danger in moving at night—-all the people sent here had received intensive military training. They had been injected with immunity agents, their physical condition was no less than the best soldiers, they were well-equipped, and a small zombie horde was no match for them. Moreover, with sufficient fuel, the zombies couldn't catch up to the car.

Han Fei had been injected with a first-stage enhancement agent, which was his greatest reliance.

The others didn't have this special treatment. Although the first-stage enhancement agent was widespread in the military, it was not fully supplied to the noble families and financial groups.

Looking at the dark night, Han Fei suddenly felt an indescribable excitement.

Damn! There's no better time than now.

If I don't like a man, I can kill him.

If I like a woman, I can have her.

What do I fear about zombies? I won't be infected or mutate.

"Everyone, get ready, go and take care of those blind bastards. There are women there, and we can have a good time for a few days. Hahaha—"

The wild and arrogant roar caused a wave of laughter among the armed people. They whistled and made lewd comments about sex. Many had seen Han Fei's interrogation of "Leopard Head" and knew that the place they were going to had women. The weak and frail elderly were unlikely to survive the chaos of the virus outbreak, and the survivors were mostly strong young people. They might not be beautiful, but they were fun.

A tall, muscular man shouted: "We should bring back more women, one for each of us. No, two."

Immediately, there were jeers and laughter: "Give you a female zombie, she'll give you a bunch of rotten, stinking babies. Hahaha—"

Han Fei knew how to stir up the mood among these people. The frenzy and chaos stimulated by semen and adrenaline could make them fight more fiercely than usual.

He sat in the driver's seat, grinned, and pointed to a zombie that had just stumbled into the range of the headlights, ordering the driver beside him: "Drive full speed and crush that pus-covered bastard—"

"Bang—"

The gunshot sounded almost simultaneously with Han Fei's roar. A bullet hole appeared in the center of the windshield, with cracks spreading like a spider web, and it was in a straight line with the hole that appeared on the driver's forehead. Blood splattered on the window, splashing all over the inside of the car.

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