Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"Finally, I still waited for this, finally..."

Yuwen couldn’t hold on any longer, but he just didn’t collapse, he didn’t even sit on the ground, stubbornly holding onto the stainless steel railing and the steel rod. His thought was simple: if an old man like him was fighting, how could they, a group of young and middle-aged, relax?

The battle was nearing its end, and finally, the number of surviving zombies was fewer than the fighters, drawing more attention to Zhang Su’s combat.

Like a beacon in the dark, it was impossible not to notice, described in two words: dazzling.

In the past, Zhang Su would always try to conserve energy, not letting others know the true extent of his combat strength, but now he couldn’t hold back his power. Not only could he not hold back, but he even wished he had greater strength.

From the moment he jumped out of the vehicle to assign tasks to this moment, more than five minutes had passed!

Zhang Su was well aware that he was energetic and full of vigor, and with the assistance of the white mist and cooperation from companions, exterminating zombies almost became a twisted form of entertainment; five minutes meant nothing to him, just the blink of an eye.

But for those struggling within the encirclement, every second was incredibly long, as those precarious display cabinets were falling apart, and the exhausted fighters who persisted until the end were on the verge of collapse, some leaning on each other, teetering...

"Alive brothers, sound off!"

Zhang Su reached close, unobstructed by zombies. To him, darkness was irrelevant, allowing him to clearly see the expectant faces, the expression of awaiting a hero’s arrival, and he was honored to be that awaited hero.

At the same time, he saw bodies on the ground, ignoring the zombie corpses, but the sight of fallen comrades was stark.

"Brother Su..."

"King Yama..."

"King Yama, King Yama!"

Hoarse voices slowly rose, gradually involving all fighters, until everyone at the Lego Branch was shouting, coming from genuine admiration, unmatched by any act.

Swish!

As Zhang Su’s military knife cut an arc under the car lights, a zombie head flew, eradicating all standing zombies in the mall, leaving unknown if any partially alive ones were hidden on the ground, waiting for follow-up to finish them off.

A dozen figures gradually gathered together, precisely the Yama Corps’ main fighting force that came for rescue.

"Oh! Victory..."

"Long live King Yama, long live Yama Corps!"

Yuwen within the crowd finally couldn’t stand and fell backward, luckily Tan Huajun was there to support him, hastily shouting a vital slogan. Everyone was calling for King Yama, but he had to include the Yama Corps in the cheers.

It wasn’t to steal Zhang Su’s achievements but to ensure the entire team he led gained glory.

The effect worked well; later cheers included the Yama Corps’ name.

Both sides united, familiar people couldn’t wait to check on each other, couples hugged passionately, having no time for mourning fallen comrades, only surviving the ordeal with gratitude overwhelming their hearts.

Ordinary Members on the upper floor surrounded the glass railing, faces filled with gratitude and emotion, mouths reciting words of thanks, some crying tears of joy, some old tears flowing freely, adults pointing out heroes downstairs to children, ensuring they remember the hero’s visage.

"Brother Su, I..."

Lu Yubo stepped forward full of excitement, wanting to speak but being interrupted by Li Zongkai.

"Mr. Zhang, please help, Big Head’s leg..."

Swish!

Li Zongkai supported Big Head, reaching Zhang Su’s front, not even having time to explain the situation. Zhang Su had already noticed Big Head’s shattered pant leg and bloodstains on his calf, swiftly chopped through with a knife!

"Ah..." Big Head felt his left leg lighten, a piercing pain jolting his nerves.

??!!

Everyone was silent; the action was so deftly executed.

Liu Tianji, shivering in the corner, wore a bitter face, reflecting on his prior ordeal, compared to Big Head; he still felt grateful for Lu Yubo’s help, even if the process was tough.

"Quickly take him to stop the bleeding, leave the rest to fate!"

Zhang Su’s heart, still filled with killing intent, lashed out with hatred toward zombies, naturally with briskness.

"Alright, alright..." Li Zongkai hurriedly took Big Head toward the safety passage.

Lu Yubo’s expression turned odd watching Li Zongkai and Big Head’s retreating backs, realizing he forgot what he wanted to say, only giving Liu Tianji an apologetic smile.

Zhang Su sheathed his military knife, addressing the crowd: "Everyone listen up, the battle is only temporarily over, damn it, someone hid a lot of zombies in the office building across, and many still linger outside..."

"What?"

"I crap... Could it be something Liao Youzhi mishandled?"

"Why are you all staring at me? I don’t know!"

Many were puzzled, collectively eyeing Wu Baokang, because among those present, he was the highest-ranked in Survivor Alliance previously, so he likely knew the most secrets.

"Fine, fine, assume it’s Liao Youzhi’s doing, he’s dead anyway, blame it on him. King Yama, what’s the situation outside now?"

Wu Baokang impatiently waved, who managed it doesn’t matter now, what matters is how to solve the problem.

In truth, Liao Youzhi was wrongfully blamed, for the zombies in the building across were Gong Chengming’s handiwork!

He and Vanguard Corps slowly stockpiled zombies inside, sometimes in numbers of a dozen, other times dozens, continuing for part of a month, packing over a thousand zombies in the office building opposite Lego Mall.