Upon hearing the sounds downstairs, Feng Boss immediately realized something was wrong.
The things he had done in Jiangnan Spring, at first he was somewhat apprehensive, fearing that one day the rescuers would arrive, and his crimes would be enough to warrant execution ten times over.
His motorcycle gang had over thirty men, and motorcycles were the main means of transportation, the most convenient and practical in the zombie-infested world.
After occupying this place, he had lived in fear every day, having trouble even sleeping.
In his opinion, zombies were not as scary—after all, they couldn't catch up to him. Those things that just wandered in place, as long as you used your brain a little, they were nothing to fuss about.
What he feared were the police and the military.
But ever since he had contacted his cousin on the radio, he was no longer afraid.
His cousin was an ordinary civil servant at Yanyun City Prison named Chen Fudong, usually responsible for procurement for the prison.
When the disaster broke out, the prison was also hit by the meteorite, the main building collapsed, and almost no one survived.
Even the sentry guards, those who didn't die under the meteorite had mutated into zombies.
Chen Fudong, this ordinary prison guard, on the contrary became the prison's key figure.
At first, Chen Fudong didn't think too much of it either. He took a few people who usually followed him, took up the weapons in the prison, and started killing those zombies.
Later, as he learned more and more information, knowing that no matter whether it was government agencies, police stations, or even military districts, they were all destroyed by meteorites, his ambition also began to swell.
He recruited some survivors from the surrounding area, and selected people loyal to him to be his trusted aides. Later, he simply opened the prison cells and recruited all the imprisoned criminals who hadn't turned into zombies under his command.
Using the prison itself as a base, compared to other places, it had natural advantages—it had high walls to defend itself, and there were also quite decent weapons.
Later, he even rescued more survivors over the radio. While exterminating zombies, he also searched the surrounding areas for supplies, and his forces developed rapidly.
It was said that the prison base now had hundreds of armed personnel, and the number of ordinary survivors exceeded five thousand!
With this kind of scale, it was undoubtedly the number one power in Yanyun City.
After Feng Boss, whose real name was Feng Zhenxiang, heard about the prison base on the radio, he contacted Chen Fudong. It was just that the two were quite far apart, and zombies were everywhere around them, so they couldn't meet up easily for the time being.
This information also came from Chen Fudong. After Feng Zhenxiang heard about Chen Fudong, he became even less afraid.
With no more police or military around, what did he have to fear?
From then on, Feng Zhenxiang also began to act unscrupulously. Since the apocalypse had arrived and given him this opportunity, allowing him to accidentally obtain special abilities, why couldn't he become superior to others?
But he didn't expect that before even a month had passed since the apocalypse, someone had already come knocking on his door.
He couldn't see the situation downstairs from the upstairs, but at a time like this, he absolutely could not chicken out.
"Brothers, someone's here to raid us, grab your weapons!"
Feng's motorcycle gang immediately picked up the motley array of guns and rushed downstairs in a disorderly fashion.
Seeing their opponents rush down, Xiao Fan didn't open fire at the first moment. Instead, he ordered everyone to squat down and hide among the crowd.
He wanted to give the other side some time, but unexpectedly, as soon as the first few people rushed down, they opened fire. The people behind them didn't dare come down.
The people in front rushed down helter-skelter, and for a moment, they didn't even realize where the enemy was.
Not until the gunshots rang out and the first batch collapsed on the spot upon being hit, did Feng Zhenxiang, who was walking at the back, realize that something big had happened.
He was quite vigilant—with a leap, he jumped over one meter high, actually dodging this wave of shots. Grabbing the handrail of the stairs with one hand, he pulled himself back to the second floor!
This was also thanks to him being the last one. If there were people behind him, it would have been hard for him to escape this time.
As for his underlings, they didn't have this kind of ability or luck.
The Red Army soldiers were all at least one-star soldiers. After experiencing this period of time, several had already become two-star soldiers.
Among them, Wang Zhan and several other first mobilized soldiers, as well as Bai Xiaochuan the army warrior, were two-stars. Xu Qiang was also close to reaching two-star level.
The soldiers were very accurate with their marksmanship. Shooting together, in an instant countless fiery tongues spewed out. Feng Zhenxiang's underlings instantly filled the air with miserable shrieks and wolf-like howls.
In just three seconds, with the beans pouring-like gunshots, most of the people who rushed out were hit and fell to the ground, rolling down the stairs in embarrassment. The few remaining people were also so scared that they threw their guns on the ground.
Bullying ordinary people was fine, but facing the military, they really didn't have the courage to shoot.
Xiao Fan didn't care about these accomplices at all. He even ordered his men not to kill them, because there were definitely many who were not deserving of death among them.
He decided to hand these people over to those oppressed by them for trial. They would bear the sins of whatever evil they had committed.
Those who deserved death must die, while those whose misdeeds were smaller should be sentenced to labor reform. These laboring people were lacking manpower anyway.
As for Feng Zhenxiang who had crawled back to the second floor, Xiao Fan did not immediately pursue and kill him either, because this man still had value, and there were still secrets to uncover from him.
Xiao Fan did not go to look at those surrendered or fallen remnants, but came to his father's side instead.
Seeing this officer approach him, Xiao Zhenyuan was still somewhat apprehensive, but when he looked up, he was suddenly stunned.
"Xiaofan?"
"Dad, it's me."
"You...you didn't die after all, great!"
Tears rolled down Xiao Zhenyuan's cheeks in an instant. His wife had died early, leaving only a pair of children. The reason he still persisted in living after the apocalypse was the hope that one day he would see his son and daughter again.
But he also knew how slim this hope was.
Many people had escaped the first wave of mutations, but they couldn't escape attacks from their own kind. The old man had witnessed hell on earth during this time, he really didn't dare hold out too much hope.
Today, Xiao Fan had suddenly appeared before his eyes, the impact was tremendous for him.
Seeing his father's tearful gaze, Xiao Fan went over and gripped his shoulders. By now, he was already half a head taller than his father.
"Dad, the hard days are over!"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”