"Did someone bully you guys?" The gang leader, sitting at the table with his legs crossed, glanced at the two girls behind them and immediately rolled up his sleeves.
"How dare you mess with my brothers! I’ll fight you!"
The leader was about to charge forward but was quickly held back by his gang.
"Boss, let it go."
They couldn’t win.
The gang members couldn’t stop their leader—he was dead set on confronting Le Xiaowei.
But before he could even reach her, he was kicked flying.
The burly man’s thick frame slammed against the wall before sliding down silently. He then squatted on the ground, lit a cigarette, and began contemplating life.
"Alright, you can go. We won’t charge you protection fees," the man said as he stood up, addressing Le Xiaowei.
If only the team’s supernatural members hadn’t gone into the city to recruit, he wouldn’t have to endure this humiliation.
"Qiaoqiao," Le Xiaowei suddenly spoke.
"Sister, what is it?" Yuan Qiaoqiao tensed up at being called.
"Take." Le Xiaowei pointed at the bags behind the table.
They were probably filled with food.
The thug hadn’t expected this turn of events. He tried to react but was shoved back down by Le Xiaowei before he could even stand.
"Grab the fresh stuff. Leave the expired ones."
"O-okay." Yuan Qiaoqiao hurried past the man and deftly unzipped the bags.
These men were already stronger than average, so Yuan Qiaoqiao’s hands trembled as she rummaged through.
Only the compressed biscuits were still good, so she stuffed her bag full before stopping.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make the leader wince in pain.
"Let them pass."
Le Xiaowei’s voice was icy.
"Go ahead," the thug muttered to his gang.
As Yuan Qiaoqiao zipped up her bag, she noticed something off about the leader’s expression. When she saw him pull a knife from his pocket, her heart nearly stopped.
"Sister, watch out!"
The blade was already lunging toward Le Xiaowei. Caught off guard, Yuan Qiaoqiao’s pupils shrank. She threw herself at the thug, but her strength was no match for his sudden burst of speed—as if he’d awakened some ability.
Le Xiaowei caught his wrist in a vice grip, her eyes cold.
"What’s your problem?"
The thug was stunned. He was a mid-tier speedster—no ordinary person could match him. No wonder he’d been able to dominate this stretch of highway.
Seeing this, the gang quickly restrained Yuan Qiaoqiao, who hadn’t even gotten back on her feet.
"Don’t move, or we’ll kill her."
They pressed a small knife against Yuan Qiaoqiao’s slender neck.
"You’re threatening me?" A cold glint flashed in Le Xiaowei’s crimson eyes as they narrowed.
"Sister, just go…" Yuan Qiaoqiao’s voice shook.
Sacrificing herself was hard, but Le Xiaowei wasn’t invincible. If even one of these men escaped and reported her to the experimental base…
She was just food Le Xiaowei hadn’t eaten yet. Surviving this long was already a gift.
Trembling, Yuan Qiaoqiao shut her eyes. Since when did zombies protect humans? She had no powers, no skills—just dead weight everyone despised.
Her eyelashes fluttered until a pair of cold hands gripped her wrist. When she opened her eyes, Le Xiaowei’s gentle face greeted her.
Looking around, she saw the gang frozen in place, eyes wide—unable to move.
A skill from the last world: Lock.
"Pick up the bag." Le Xiaowei pointed at the ground.
"O-okay." Still shaken, Yuan Qiaoqiao clutched the bag to her chest.
"Stop acting like it’s life or death. Who do you think I am? These clowns don’t scare me." Le Xiaowei patted Yuan Qiaoqiao’s head like a cat.
"Sister, any more pats and I’ll turn stupid." Despite her words, Yuan Qiaoqiao didn’t resist, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
Le Xiaowei snapped her fingers, freeing one man.
"Get the car keys and move the vehicle. Otherwise, they stay like this."
The man gulped, never expecting this woman to be so terrifying.
What kind of power was this? If even zombies could be controlled, no wonder she dared to travel the highway alone.
"Hurry up." Le Xiaowei was impatient.
"R-right away!" The man fished the keys from the leader’s pocket and scurried off to clear the road.
As he left, Yuan Qiaoqiao caught a mischievous smirk on Le Xiaowei’s face.
She walked over to a group of a dozen people still miserably chewing on expired bread and gestured toward the frozen gang.
"Those idiots can’t move. Do what you want with them."
The group stared in shock before excitement took over.
"Thank you! They stole all our supplies!"
They rushed forward eagerly.
"Qiaoqiao? You’re alive?" A surprised voice rang out.
Yuan Qiaoqiao’s expression darkened. Le Xiaowei glanced over to see a few high schoolers in tattered, bloodstained uniforms—barely recognizable except for the school emblem.
One boy scratched his head awkwardly under Le Xiaowei’s gaze.
"Uh, big sis, I didn’t mean it like that…"
"Let’s go. Get in the car." Le Xiaowei ignored them.
They needed to keep moving. No time for distractions.
"Okay." As Yuan Qiaoqiao turned to leave, a girl from the group—Gao Min, pretty and bright-eyed but now anxious—grabbed her hand.
"Qiaoqiao, we didn’t mean to abandon you. We had no choice… I’m sorry."
"It’s fine." Yuan Qiaoqiao tried to pull away, but Gao Min held tight.
"That big sister saved you, right? Look, Wang Ming’s heading to S Province—his dad’s a super. The safe zone in H Province is right next to it. Why don’t we go together? Safety in numbers."
Gao Min had seen Le Xiaowei’s strength. No doubt she was a super—and a powerful one.
Their group already had a fire-wielder. With two supers, they could reach S Province safely if they avoided danger zones.
"No thanks." Yuan Qiaoqiao’s tone was icy.
Being left behind wasn’t entirely their fault, but she wouldn’t burden Le Xiaowei with extra baggage.
Unexpectedly, Wang Ming approached Le Xiaowei directly.
"Hey, big sis, I’m a fire super. How about teaming up?"
Le Xiaowei: "…"
As a fire-type superhuman, she could smell the scent of energy cores the moment she got close. The restless factors inside her body began to stir, making her want to crack open Wang Ming's skull right then and there.
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