Chapter 16

It must be said that if a person doesn't have luck, they won't be able to go far in the apocalypse world.

Alex's crossbow bolt indeed missed, but this time, it wasn't Li Fatzi who was unlucky.

“Oh－my－god! Fuck!”

The bolt, though completely off target, somehow hit another white man's shoulder!

Although the power of a simple crossbow can't compare to a military one, it still took out one of their combatants.

The big man fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder and rolling in pain. It was his scream that drew Tony's attention.

"Damn, you were planning to burn us! Albe, open the door quickly!"

Hearing Tony's words, Albe hurriedly unlocked the door. The five big men, being held back by Li Fatzi and Yan Zetin, didn't notice the commotion behind them.

Moreover, there was someone shooting arrows from the shadows. The four remaining big men who could still fight quickly became alert to prevent another ambush.

Tony pushed open the door and swung the mop at the nearest big man's head.

With a "Bang!" the mop broke into two pieces!

The big man was instantly knocked to the ground, clutching his head and screaming in pain.

Xiaoyanjing, who had previously been timid, now pounced like a leopard, crouching and dashing out. In a few steps, he reached behind the two big men facing Yan Zetin and plunged a dagger into a white man's back!

The big man screamed in pain, turning around to find the cause, while the white man beside him was stunned.

Taking advantage of the white man's shock, Yan Zetin pounced and beat him to the ground, leaving him bleeding and clearly not going to survive.

Michelle didn't stand idle either; her job was to finish off the wounded. She sneaked up to the white man who had been hit by the crossbow bolt, and with a kitchen knife, slit his throat.

In an instant, three of the five white men were down. The remaining two, one with a stab wound in his back and the other fighting Tony, were still engaged. The two were hacking away with machetes against Tony's mop, enjoying the fight.

However, Tony's weapon was inferior, and he was also at a physical disadvantage. Although he managed to block some fatal blows, he took several kicks to the body.

Fortunately, he had a strong resistance to pain. If it were anyone else, they would have been knocked out by now. The white man, seeing the situation, realized that the remaining white man was already injured and surrounded by a fat man and a tall man, with another kid looking for an opportunity to strike.

Why keep fighting? With seven or eight people on the other side and someone shooting arrows from the shadows, it was time to run!

The white man fiercely slashed at Tony a few times, forcing him back a few steps, and immediately turned to run!

"Brat, don't run!"

Tony, realizing what was happening, shouted and rushed after him.

The fleeing white man turned and threw his machete. It flew straight toward Tony's face!

Tony quickly used the mop to block the machete, which caused him to pause and break out in a cold sweat.

On the other side, the three-on-one fight was no contest. The white man, already wounded by the dagger, now had many more new injuries. He was hit with hammers, daggers, and mops all over his body.

Seeing he couldn't win, the white man quickly knelt down, raising his hands and shouting, "I surrender! Please, please!"

Yan Zetin paid no attention to the white man's pleas, striking him on the head and knocking him unconscious, likely to die.

Li Fatzi, panting heavily, looked over at Tony. Although the white man was injured, he fought like a cornered animal and had given both Li Fatzi and Yan Zetin a hard time. Fortunately, the injuries were mostly superficial and not too serious.

Li Fatzi, seeing the last white man running away, urgently shouted to Alex, "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Don't let him go!"

Alex had already aimed at the fleeing white man. As soon as Li Fatzi shouted, the bolt was fired!

It must be said that if a person has luck, they can go far, whether in the normal world or the apocalypse.

Tony, after a brief pause, immediately continued the chase. Unfortunately, without the burden of the machete, the white man ran even faster.

Everyone watched the flying bolt, which was a matter of life and death!

If this man returned to alert the others, the situation would be very unfavorable for Li Fatzi's group. Their position, numbers, and weapons would all be known to the enemy. This time, they won by surprise, but if the enemy ambushed them next time, they would have no chance of winning.

Thinking this, Li Fatzi also chased after Tony. They had to take out this white man! He couldn't be allowed to escape!

Alex's bolt flew past Tony and straight toward the white man's back! Success!

For some reason, the white man, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, sensed the danger and suddenly bent down, taking a large step to the side.

The bolt flew past his back!

His luck was too good. If he hadn't dodged, he would have been dead for sure!

Time seemed to freeze, and everyone sighed. This was bad; they had let the tiger go!

Alex, frustrated, stomped his foot and quickly reloaded the crossbow, trying to aim again. Unfortunately, the white man was now farther away and more alert, making it even harder to hit him.

"Don't run! I'll spare your life if you stop!"

Hearing Tony's words, the white man ran even faster.

Just as everyone was about to accept this, the white man suddenly stumbled and fell flat on his face.

In those few seconds, Tony caught up and brutally beat the white man who was trying to get up.

The mop repeatedly struck the white man's head, and blood flowed everywhere. The white man, having abandoned his comrades to save himself, met the same fate.

Good fortune and misfortune are interdependent.

As mentioned earlier, if a person has luck, they can go far, whether in the normal world or the apocalypse. Unfortunately, this white man's luck seemed to be average.

"Phew... Phew..."

Tony, panting heavily, cursed, "I told you not to run, but you insisted on running and got yourself killed! Listen to advice, and you'll be fine, got it?"

Seeing Li Fatzi catch up, Tony proudly said, "Fatso, how about that? If it weren't for me, the consequences would have been dire!"

Li Fatzi ignored Tony and bent down to pick up the piece of pork that had been trampled on the ground.

"How about that? Still complaining about the pork I bought? This isn't just pork; it's a trap I set up long ago!"

It turned out that when the zombies were eating the pork, this white man's team had already been taken out. The small piece of pork left on the ground was the bitter fruit of their own actions.

"Remember to search this guy and see what he has on him."

Li Fatzi, smirking, nodded at Tony and walked away toward the KTV.

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