Suddenly.
There was movement ahead.
Hearing his voice, he hurried over and saw several survivors waiting in a truck, holding tools and continuously stabbing at the zombies surrounding the truck. The number of zombies wasn't considered large, but it wasn't small either. In the absence of evolved zombies.
With their speed, if they wanted to clean them up completely, it would still be very fast.
Counting carefully.
In the truck's cage, there were a total of four survivors, three men and one woman, each holding a weapon, quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly piercing the zombies' heads. Seeing this situation, he thought of that group of truck survivors from when the apocalypse had just broken out.
Destroyed because of cowardly women who would only scream.
Thinking back, it felt extremely regrettable.
In the driver's cabin, there was another survivor, gripping the steering wheel, ready to retreat at any moment.
At this moment, with Lam Pham's appearance, the driver saw Lam Pham at first glance, his expression very shocked, not expecting someone carrying a sword to appear here so openly.
He urgently wanted to remind the other party to quickly hide or flee, but the current situation made it very difficult for him to have a chance to remind them. After all, zombies were surrounding them. If the zombies discovered the other party's tracks, they would absolutely rush towards them like mad dogs.
A bit anxious.
But he didn't know how to remind them.
"Hello."
Lam Pham greeted the survivors who were currently fighting the zombies.
Pfft!
The group of survivors piercing zombie heads heard the voice and looked towards Lam Pham, instantly dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost, looking on in disbelief.
Even the zombies ramming the truck turned their heads, their pale white eyes staring at the figure not far away.
Although zombies had no rationality, they could still understand which side was easier to bite and devour.
"Ao ao..."
The zombies roared and rushed towards Lam Pham.
"Lao Truong, honk the horn!" A survivor in the truck pounded the truck ceiling and shouted.
Beep beep beep!
Lao Truong frantically honked the horn, wanting to attract that group of zombies, but the zombies, seeing flesh and blood, ignored the horn's sound. Since they were all here anyway, no one should think of escaping.
"We did our best."
They shook their heads, having wanted to protect the other party, but since the other party himself was seeking death, they couldn't just jump down from the truck. That wouldn't simply fail to save the other party; they would also have to contribute their own lives.
It was just that... immediately after, the situation before them left them dumbfounded.
They saw the other party draw his sword. If they weren't mistaken, that should be Frostmourne, a divine weapon from a very old game, extremely well-known. Then they only saw sword light flashing, and that group of advancing zombies was torn in half.
Stunned speechless.
Could humans possess such terrifying power?
The extremely small number didn't delay for long; very quickly, the zombies before them were cleaned up completely.
Lam Pham gently flicked the bloodstains from Frostmourne, smiled, and walked towards them. Just now, the other party had wanted to save him, which was why they honked the horn, wanting to attract the zombies again.
It could be seen.
Towards friendly survivors, he always showed his best side to them.
"Hello, my name is Lam Pham."
A simple introduction, yet it was a voice everyone in the apocalypse wished to hear. It was the voice of a compatriot, just like being in a foreign country, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, when a genuine hometown dialect sounded in one's ear, one would absolutely turn one's head suddenly to look at the other person. Even if a stranger, one would be filled with joy.
The survivors standing in the truck looked at Lam Pham dumbly.
They really hadn't expected this kind of situation.
Lam Pham maintained a smile from beginning to end, waiting for them to regain their senses.
He knew they were very shocked.
He never considered his zombie hunting an extremely ordinary matter, nor did he think others could also hunt zombies so easily. He understood their shock.
"Are you human?"
Hearing this.
Lam Pham laughed, "Of course I'm human. Could I possibly be a zombie wearing human skin?"
Appropriate joking can lessen that feeling of unfamiliarity.
The one speaking was a young man, somewhat shy. He scratched his head and said, "No, it's just the first time seeing someone hunt zombies so easily. I was shocked. My name is Duong Bang Phi."
"Bang Phi, hello."
Lam Pham chatted with them and learned that besides this young, easily shy man named Duong Bang Phi, the other few were named Ha Kiet, Trieu Dien, and Luu Minh Chau. The driver was called Truong Duc.
They had come out to collect supplies and were just clearing the surrounding zombies. Previously, the number of zombies here was very large; they had lured them away, but some still remained.
In a situation with few zombies, they still had the ability to clear them.
Everyone comes from inexperience, walking through fear, gradually becoming strong and brave, able to calmly face zombies and hunt them.
Lam Pham watched them move goods from the shop to the truck. He didn't say they needed to pay, just watched quietly. It was good that they could survive.
A moment later.
They had collected enough supplies.
Duong Bang Phi invited, "Brother Lam, why not come to our shelter for a look?"
"Alright."
Lam Pham didn't refuse.
He also hoped to go see their shelter. Nowadays, the number of living survivors was getting smaller and smaller. Being able to meet living survivors was a matter worthy of joy.
Lam Pham waited in the back of the truck with them. He saw that besides joy, their expressions also held a trace of sorrow, as if they had some worries on their minds.
"Do you have something on your minds?" Lam Pham asked.
Duong Bang Phi said, "Mm, yesterday two of our companions went out and still haven't returned. I'm worried something might have happened to them."
Everyone fell silent.
It wasn't easy to gather together; it was also for survival. Fortunately, everyone was very united, all very good, working together to survive in the apocalypse.
From just a few people at the very beginning to dozens now, it had also accumulated gradually.
Although they had also encountered all sorts of unfortunate events.
But fortunately, the final outcome was good.
Lam Pham said, "They will be safe."
When one doesn't know how to comfort others.
One can only say it will be okay.
...
Bomb shelter.
Boom!
Ma Nhat Long punched a man to the ground. That terrifying fist power, with just one strike, left the opponent with no room to resist whatsoever.
"Vuong Vi, you actually betrayed us!"
The survivors in the bomb shelter glared angrily at Vuong Vi. They hadn't expected that the fellow they had once saved would actually do such a thing.
Vuong Vi shamefully lowered his head. He knew what he had done was indeed not human. Everyone had treated him very well. At that time, he was barely surviving in despair. It was they who passed by, brought him to the bomb shelter, gave him food, gave him drink, and were also extremely concerned about his situation. Life was very beautiful, very happy.
Facing the accusations and angry rebukes, he was truly ashamed beyond endurance.
Ma Nhat Long patted Vuong Vi's back, "What the fuck are you afraid of? You are one of us now. Do you still need to care about these guys?"
Hearing Ma Nhat Long's words.
Vuong Vi suddenly lifted his head, a fierce light in his eyes. "That's right, why am I thinking so much? No one wants to die, and he especially doesn't want to die." Then he looked at everyone and said angrily, "Shut up! What betrayal or not? Boss Ma protects me, much stronger than you lot!"
"Boss, there are only seven women here now. Some other people must have gone out to find supplies."
He was very familiar with this place, explaining the situation of all parties clearly and distinctly, without any concealment.
Ma Nhat Long waved his hand, revealing a smile, "Move them for me! Move all the supplies away, and also bring the women to me! This is our main purpose; the rest is incidental."
As soon as his voice fell.
A group of burly men, smiling with narrowed eyes, tied up those female survivors.
The scene descended into chaos.
The children cried.
The current situation, who couldn't understand it? They were taking the women back; what good could come of it? They absolutely wanted to do those things.
"Damn!"
One of the male survivors roared angrily, grabbed an iron pipe, and rushed towards Ma Nhat Long, fiercely waving the iron pipe in his hand, wanting to drive that group of people away.
Ma Nhat Long mockingly watched the fellow rushing over. One punch collided with the iron pipe; the iron pipe bent. He casually grabbed the opponent's hair, pulled forward, and kneed him hard in the abdomen. Waah, the man vomited bile, clutched his abdomen, and knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his eyes almost bulging out.
Several others similarly rushed over, but the result was the same; all were easily beaten to the ground by Ma Nhat Long.
"Playthings that don't know their own strength."
After speaking, he kicked the fellow at his feet several meters away, easily, simply. In his eyes, that group of people wasn't even enough for him to fight.
"Boss is really formidable!" Vuong Vi flattered.
Ma Nhat Long laughed, "Not bad, your performance is very good, integrating into our group, bringing us here. Much smarter than that fellow who wouldn't talk even at death's door. What do you think he was planning? I think his brain was really clumsy, not even one-tenth as good as yours."
"Yes, yes, many thanks for Boss's praise." Vuong Vi's smiling appearance was just like a sycophantic devil, fawning excessively.
At this moment.
An old man in a corner angrily pointed at Vuong Vi and cursed furiously, "Vuong Vi, your conscience has been eaten by a dog! They saved you, treated you like family! Not only are you ungrateful, but you actually do this kind of thing that's worse than an animal! Back then, they shouldn't have saved you at all; they should have just let you wait outside to die!"
Ma Nhat Long looked on in surprise, "Vuong Vi, what's this old geezer?"
Vuong Vi said, "Boss, this old man is the doctor here. He used to be a hospital specialist in the city."
"Oh."
Ma Nhat Long's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected there was still a doctor. In the apocalypse, this profession of doctor was considered scarce and also an indispensable member of any apocalyptic team. Thinking that his own team didn't have a doctor yet, this was worth recruiting.
"Old man, I see you are a talent. There's no future here. Why not come back to my shelter with me? I guarantee you'll live comfortably."
"Pah! Dog shit! Dream on!"
"Ah, this old man's temper is really fierce. The older, the tougher. Very much has the backbone of those stubborn old characters in resistance dramas. Good, good! I, Ma Nhat Long, most admire principled people. However, these principles come at a price."
He took a chopping knife from a subordinate's hand and directly handed it to Vuong Vi, "Here, see those kids? Four in total. Chop them all to death for me."
"Ah?" Vuong Vi was stunned.
"What are you still standing there dazed for? Chop them to death! You are no longer the person you once were. If you're not ruthless enough, how can you mix with us? Don't think too much, show some guts, chop for me!"
Ma Nhat Long pushed Vuong Vi's back.
Vuong Vi staggered, steadied himself, looked at the chopping knife in his hand, then at the children huddled in a corner. Then he lifted his head, his eyes fierce, tightly gripping the chopping knife, as if he had already made preparations.
Ma Nhat Long waited with his arms crossed.
"Big Brother, the goods have all been moved," a lackey finished speaking.
"Don't rush, watch our new member kill someone."
"Alright."
They were truly bad, truly evil. It was their basic nature completely erupting after the apocalypse, pure evil, unmixed with any kindness.
The old doctor stared, "Vuong Vi, are you even human anymore? Do you still have even a shred of humanity? These children used to like you very much. Can you really bring yourself to do it?"
Vuong Vi looked at the old man, looked at the crying children, then looked towards Ma Nhat Long. He only saw Boss smiling and nodding at him, even signaling him to hurry, not to hesitate.
Seeing this, Vuong Vi made up his mind, not thinking too much. He now only wanted to live, only wanted to continue living within their group. He had no other thoughts.
He angrily approached, raised the chopping knife high, just as he was about to swing it down.
"Stop!"
The old doctor shouted, "Alright, I promise you! I'll go be your doctor! But you must let these people here go! You must know, not having a doctor in an apocalyptic situation is very terrible. If by any chance someone gets sick, you won't even know what medicine to take!"
"Should have said so earlier, then none of this would have happened!" Ma Nhat Long laughed loudly, then made way, "Please, old expert."
The old man looked at everyone, sighed, and could only leave with them. He knew this group of people were all ruthless characters; if they said something would happen, they would absolutely do it.
He was saved and taken care of by these children; he was truly very grateful. All along, he had also treated their illnesses and played with the children. He wasn't of much use, but he was always respected by them. Now, encountering this kind of situation, he could only rely on his status to fight for a chance for them to survive.
"Alright, let's go." Ma Nhat Long waved his hand, then took back the chopping knife from Vuong Vi's hand. Just as Vuong Vi was preparing to follow and leave.
Pfft!
The sound of flesh being pierced.
Vuong Vi looked down at his abdomen; that chopping knife was embedded in his body.
Pfft.
Ma Nhat Long pulled out the dao, the sharp blade turning into a red blade.
Vuong Vi clutched his abdomen, his eyes wide, looking at Ma Nhat Long in disbelief. He truly hadn't expected it would be this kind of situation. He had led them here, betrayed his former comrades, and now he actually met such an end.
The old man, looking at Vuong Vi who had fallen to the ground, felt a kind of satisfaction. Traitors and collaborators, this is their end.
Ma Nhat Long wiped the bloodstains from the dao and said calmly, "You are useless, thin and weak, not even qualified to be my underling. Moreover, you are still a traitor. That old expert seeing you every day wouldn't be comfortable either. And at this age, if by any chance you get angry and something happens to him, it would be our loss."
Said reasonably, without any fault.
The surrounding lackeys all nodded vigorously in agreement. Boss was Boss; what he said had not a shred of problem.
Walking outside the bomb shelter.
A lackey quietly said, "Boss, should we quietly... do them?"
Ma Nhat Long laughed, "No need, unnecessary. Won't it be more satisfying for us to rob them a second time later? There are no other good places around to serve as a shelter. This group of people, apart from choosing to stay here, has nowhere else to go. Wait ten days or half a month, then come conquer them again. Isn't that more satisfying? This business needs to be thought through clearly. What's that idiom? 'Waiting by a stump for a hare to dash itself against it.' We are 'guarding the cave and occupying it again'."
"Brilliant, truly brilliant! Still have to rely on Boss!" the lackey flattered.
Not long after they left.
A transport truck returned.
Duong Bang Phi said, "Here, our shelter is right here. Later I'll make you a cup of tea to try. Before, I couldn't afford tea leaves. Now, when collecting supplies, I can find ones I couldn't afford before. That taste is really..."
As he spoke, Duong Bang Phi's expression instantly changed.
"Oh no!"
Lam Pham saw his expression and knew something had happened here. He sniffed the air: "There's the smell of fresh blood, coming from inside."
After speaking.
He jumped down, transformed into an afterimage, and rushed towards the inside of the bomb shelter, to prevent any zombies from being inside and going on a killing spree.
Duong Bang Phi and the others quickly got out of the car and hurriedly ran inside. The open door already indicated something had happened; how could the door be unrelated? When they got inside, they saw Lam Pham standing there.
The children were huddled together crying.
At the same time, they also saw Vuong Vi fallen on the ground, his abdomen bleeding.
"Lao Chu, what on earth happened?" Duong Bang Phi quickly asked.
Luu Minh Chau comforted the crying children.
Other people tended to the wounded group.
Lao Chu said with difficulty, "It was Vuong Vi. Vuong Vi brought people to occupy our place. He was abandoned, stabbed. Doctor Hua and the women were all taken away."
Duong Bang Phi's expression was dim. He hadn't expected such a thing to happen during the time they were away. Other people were fine; those taken away were all female. He didn't need to think to know what kind of thoughts that group of survivors harbored.
"Vuong Vi, where were they taken?" Duong Bang Phi, seeing Vuong Vi still had some breath left, quickly asked.
Vuong Vi's eyes gradually became lifeless, "In that building along the harbor road... Can you forgive me?"
"Forgive your ass!" The easily shy Duong Bang Phi cursed angrily, then ignored Vuong Vi, directly looking for weapons, preparing to go rescue them.
Vuong Vi, fallen on the ground, under the circumstance of not being forgiven, slowly closed his eyes, until he breathed his last.
Luu Minh Chau said, "Bang Phi, calm down a bit. Rushing now won't solve anything. We don't know the situation of that group at all. Going over rashly is just seeking death."
At this moment.
Lam Pham said, "No. You all support them to the truck. I will go with you to that place along the harbor road. Encountering this kind of thing, as an enthusiastic citizen, I absolutely cannot sit by and watch. And rest assured, I am very strong, terrifyingly strong."
That's right.
Duong Bang Phi remembered what had just happened, and the scenes he had seen.
"Brother Lam, we're counting on you."
Lam Pham smiled, "No problem."
But the male survivor who had been beaten up by Ma Nhat Long looked at Lam Pham skeptically, not knowing the background of this young man carrying Frostmourne, why Bang Phi would trust him so much.
Thinking about the situation just now, that fellow (Ma Nhat Long) was truly strong, feeling he had surpassed the formidability of ordinary people.
Could he really do it?
Lam Pham looked at the deceased Vuong Vi. Towards this survivor, he found it very difficult to evaluate with words. Everyone wants to live, but his life was built upon the lives of other survivors.
Surviving by betrayal is not praiseworthy.
Will traitors appear in Duong Quang Complex?
He thought, probably not possible. The reason was very simple: because he was very strong. When one is very strong, there will be no betrayal. Moreover, he trusted them; they wouldn't do such a thing.
At this moment.
Along the harbor road, inside that building.
A group of lackeys were whispering and discussing.
"This batch of young sisters generally don't have high looks. With makeup, at most a 4-pointer sister; with a lot of makeup, 5-parts at most. I brought back some cosmetics last time; I'll definitely make her put them on."
"What's the requirement for a 4-pointer?"
"Just those you saw are 4-pointer sisters."
"Oh, so that's just average looks."
"That's right."
"This time we really had a great harvest! Robbed a big pile of supplies, and also robbed seven young sisters. Enough to last a while. Aiya... this apocalypse is just comfortable! Do whatever you want! Following a formidable Boss, that feeling is truly comfortable!"
"Hehe."
This group of lackeys laughed very despicably.
Doctor Hua stood there, a group of female survivors behind him. They fearfully looked at the surrounding group of wolf-like scoundrels, could feel that the way this group looked at them was extremely inappropriate.
As if extremely greedy.
Ma Nhat Long stood up, bare-chested, his coffee-colored muscles gleaming as if oiled, giving off a very strong pressure, an unspeakable sense of oppression.
"Welcome everyone to my shelter. From now on, in here, let me manage everyone."
"Self-introduction, my name is Ma Nhat Long, proficient in breaking granite with bare hands. See this corpse? He wouldn't tell me where you all were. I was very angry, could only punch through his abdomen with one fist, also to vent the anger in my heart."
"Now then... my temper is still quite big."
Ma Nhat Long looked at the seven female survivors, examining each one, his gaze finally landing on one female.
"Just you."
The pointed-out female survivor shrank back in fear.
The surrounding lackeys were very puzzled; Boss's taste wasn't that great, he didn't pick the prettiest one.
But very quickly, they understood.
Boss was still Boss.
Looks didn't matter much.
This one simply had the figure of a child who couldn't stand hunger.