6 AM.
After a night of fierce fighting, Future City finally quieted down somewhat.
Although sporadic battles were still erupting in many places, the large-scale engagements ultimately ended in victory for the human survivors.
Crowds of zombie corpses were scattered everywhere, with no shortage of high-level zombies among them.
Many people had already begun moving about—this was far more alluring than supplies.
Even with a supermarket laid out in front of you, there’s only so much you can haul away.
Mutated crystals, on the other hand, were much easier to handle—no larger than coins, you could stuff hundreds of them in your pocket without trouble.
“Anyone who moves without permission dies.”
Chen Gang stepped forward, with tens of thousands of Future City troops behind him.
Some people didn’t believe his warning and continued rummaging through the corpses on their own initiative.
The next second, they too were corpses.
“Future City is recruiting.”
Similar scenes played out in other places as well.
In the city’s east district was the Lone Wolf Gang.
Lone Wolf stood with his foot on several corpses, a fierce grin on his face.
“Don’t hesitate to come on up if you’re not afraid of death.”
Tens of thousands of survivors fell back in retreat, terrified that the next one to die would be themselves.
Lone Wolf’s laughter grew even more brazen, and the gang members behind him also broke out in arrogant laughter.
“Any real men out there are welcome to join my Lone Wolf Gang anytime—forget about you timid weaklings with your shriveled balls.”
In the city’s south district was the Bloody Clothes Gang.
A man covered in blood calmly surveyed the scene in front of him, showing not a ripple of emotion.
Tens of thousands watched this man without making a move, not one daring to take a step forward.
Not a single drop of that blood was his own...
Then there was Xiao Jun’s Harem Gang.
At most, Xiao Jun had four hundred young ladies—far fewer people than Future City.
Right now, several thousand survivors had already surrounded them, preparing to gather up the mutant crystals from the zombie corpses lying on the ground.
During last night’s fighting, they had cowered in fear. It was only thanks to Xiao Jun’s team drawing the zombies’ attention that they managed to escape disaster.
Now, just after daybreak, they were already looking to reap the rewards others had sown.
Having received news of this, Xiao Jun had also come out, followed by hundreds of battle-ready young ladies. These were their spoils of war, earned at the cost of dozens of their sisters’ lives.
“One more move and you die.”
Xiao Jun’s cold voice rang out. The people outside involuntarily glanced his way.
The hundred young ladies raised their knives as one. At Xiao Jun’s word, they would charge out in attack.
“Who are you trying to scare with those knives? You don’t frighten us.”
The thousands facing them also took out their knives, with a portion moving to the front lines.
“Boss Leopard, even if we use sheer numbers, we can crush those four hundred women. As long as we kill that man, the women and supplies will be ours.”
These men had previously been workers under Xiao Jun. When the situation intensified last night, Boss Leopard thought of this nearby team and immediately led his people here.
As expected, most of the zombies inside the territory had been drawn away by Xiao Jun’s team.
Now, they greatly outnumbered the other side, who only had women.
The women were exhausted after fighting all night, while they had conserved their strength.
A flash of brutality shone in Boss Leopard’s eyes.
While they might still feel intimidated fighting zombies, they didn’t fear battling women.
Still, Boss Leopard hesitated. While he had thousands with him, only about a hundred truly followed his lead.
“Boss Leopard, as long as we take the initiative, the rest are sure to follow when there’s profit involved.” His lieutenant spoke up with another idea.
“Right, let’s take them out and kill that man! The women and supplies will be ours!”
Boss Leopard was provoked to action. Roaring, he led several dozen followers to begin their charge.
Seeing this, the thousands behind them grew excited as well. Women and supplies—who didn’t want those?
“Stab.”
The sound of a blade entering flesh.
Wan Qianya’s figure slowly emerged, a dagger stabbed into Boss Leopard’s neck. His face still held an expression of disbelief.
“Kill!” At Xiao Jun’s command, the young ladies who had been restraining themselves all night finally unleashed their fury.
Despite being outnumbered, the opposing side was merely an unorganized rabble. With Boss Leopard, the only real leader among them, now dead, the fleeting courage they had worked up dissipated like smoke.
“It’s got nothing to do with us!”
"Spare us virtuous ladies, we’re innocent!”
“These crazy bitches are vicious, brothers, it’s life or death now!”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiao Jun lopped off his foolishly stubborn head.
“If you’re going to kill, then kill. Why make it so disgusting?”
“Force of habit...I thought they were zombies!” Xiao Jun gave an embarrassed laugh before withdrawing from the battlefield once more.
“Stop!”
The battling young ladies swiftly returned to stand behind Xiao Jun, the blood staining their bodies telling of what had just occurred.
“Does anyone else want to try robbing us?”
The thousands remained silent, not one still daring to stand up.
“If you want to survive in my territory, each person must contribute 5 first-grade mutant crystals. Not only will I arrange shelter for you, but I’ll also do my best to ensure your safety.”
“Without crystals, get lost!”
Two hundred young ladies wielding steel blades streamed out from behind Xiao Jun, going around one by one to collect protection fees.
Seeing Xiao Jun make good on his promise of protection in exchange for payment, over half the people swiftly handed over crystals.
The crystals they had tricked away from Xiao Jun over the past days, they now returned twofold, to reside in the very buildings they themselves had constructed.
Xiao Jun showed no mercy to those without crystals, driving all of them out.
“Hurry up and make food—everyone eats their fill today.”
It was almost nine o’clock. The newest delivery of supply drops would soon arrive on the battlefield. Compared to previous rounds, these would have even higher quality goods.
While everyone was worn out after a long night, Xiao Jun aimed to seize the advantage and sweep up the supply drops in Future City first.
8:40 AM.
While other teams in the various districts were still regrouping, Xiao Jun’s Harem Gang had already finished resupplying themselves and set off for Future City.
“Jiang Yue will lead one team, Wan Qianya will lead one team, Li Jingyin will lead one team. The rest come with me. Aside from the two other teams’ and Future City’s territories, kill anyone who dares snatch drops from other areas.”
Xiao Jun was determined to obtain this latest batch of supply drops.
After a night’s time, the zombies inside Future City had basically been cleared out. The streets were empty of life.
Xiao Jun’s Harem Gang swiftly seized several main roads. The moment the drops appeared, they would be able to cover the entire area of Future City.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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