Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 1288: Made to drink

A cup of hot tea was placed on the exquisite sandalwood table. The guy requested this.

“If this were before the apocalypse, this table would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It would cost a few million if it is even older and has some story behind it.”

He drank the glass. This middle-aged man judged the table that someone had found.

Ye Zhongming squinted his eyes and looked at this person who came uninvited. He wasn’t as simple as he looked.

This person’s evolution level wasn’t high. At least to Ye Zhongming, it wasn’t. He was only six stars, but he gave others a weird feeling.

Even if Ye Zhongming couldn’t insta kill a six-star evolved, he could crush them. Be it equipment, job, skill, or level, Ye Zhongming had an absolute advantage.

But this person made him feel awkward. He thought about it and was shocked. This was a feeling of danger that wasn’t fatal.

A six-star evolved was a threat to him? And it wasn’t lethal? Then why did he feel danger? Ye Zhongming couldn’t understand.

Also, how did Liu Zhenghong’s situation get spread out?

Only the core members and Xia Bai Battle Squad members saw Sister Hong’s situation. Their loyalty wasn’t a problem. Apart from those, Saintess was the other one.
But would the Saintess reveal it? Of course not; that wouldn’t benefit her at all. Saint Light Hall’s life is in Ye Zhongming’s hands. Moreover, she couldn’t say it to anyone, even if she wanted to say it. She didn’t know anyone on Earth.

Then who was it?

Was it people that Le Dayuan and Liu Zhenghong met after returning to Cloud Peak? Researchers in the lab? Even if they saw her, how would they know that the injuries were irreversible?

Ye Zhongming wanted to know the answer but knew he wouldn’t get an answer even if he investigated.

“This tea, what a waste. If it were Pu’er, it would be fine, but this is green tea, so it is a little bland.”

This person shook his head as he looked at the tea. He was speaking as if Ye Zhongming had destroyed the tea.

“What are you called? Where did you come from? What is the method? What is the price?”

Ye Zhongming said those words. He was calm, but his tone was cold.

This was the apocalypse. Who was in power? The strong evolved. This person was six-star, and Ye Zhongming was eight-star. Now, on Earth, few people could sit opposite Ye Zhongming and warrant his respect.

Even if he really had a way to heal Sister Hong.

This person was stunned and didn’t expect Ye Zhongming to be so cold. He licked his lips and placed the cup back on the table.

“Boss Ye, there is one thing I need you to be clear about. I have what you want; you are begging me; I am not begging you!”

He crossed his arms and laughed coldly.

Ye Zhongming lowered his head and sized this guy up. His legs didn’t move, but suddenly, he kicked the table, and it was sent flying into that person.

How strong was Ye Zhongming? He could even suppress the struggling Yangos. The table would break down even if he used 10% of his strength. During this process, it even knocked into that guy.

There were wooden boards, wooden strips, and shrapnel, which all stuck into his body. Fresh blood flowed from his wound. That six-star evolved that looked arrogant was now on the ground in terror.

“Don’t be nervous; with your evolution level, you won’t die.”

Ye Zhongming knew what he was doing. Although a few parts of his body were pierced, they missed his organs and heart. Even if his injuries looked bad, he would survive. ŕÃŊОꞖΕ𝙨

With a six-star evolved’s body, he wouldn’t die. At most, he would just lose some blood.

Ye Zhongming stood up and squatted down before that person. He held one of the wooden pieces on his shoulder and pulled it out. He said a word while that person was in pain.

“Name!”

He then pulled a piece at his stomach and said, “Where did you come from?”

He then pulled the one on his leg, “Method!”

He then pressed onto the biggest piece on his body. He didn’t pull it out and just slapped it in!

The board pierced through his body and out through his back. That person shouted, but he couldn’t say anything. His hands signaled with obvious meaning—that he would give him the answer!

Ye Zhongming smiled, “Seems like I don’t need to ask you for the price.”

He snapped his fingers, and two warriors from Xia Baiʼs battle squad dealt with the wooden spikes on his body. They weren’t very gentle, and it caused him to scream for two minutes.

They scattered a basic healing potion onto him and dragged him onto the chair before they left.

Ye Zhongming was facing them when he spoke, so they heard everything. They were amused at how arrogant this person was.

In their hearts, only people like the Saintess and Saint Father were worthy of talking to Ye Zhongming. Those people would be resistance zone commanders or Five Ring Money deacons. How would such a noob that was on their level be worthy?

Ye Zhongming took one more look at this person. The middle-aged guy ignored his pain and started to speak.

“My name is An Zhen; I have no faction. I am a free evolved.”

Hearing what he said, Ye Zhongming straightened his back and stared at his face.

He knew this person!

Of course, it wasn’t this life but the last.

An Zhen was very famous in the last life not because of his evolution level. When Ye Zhongming died, he was level eight and didn’t reach level nine. But he was famous for being rich!

That phrase was ironic in the apocalypse. The strong people were, of course, rich, and it was impossible for the weak to become rich. Even if they were smart, people could steal their wealth.

But he lived really well and didn’t have a big faction as his backer. But all nine-star evolved had to admit that An Zhen was their good friend.

Simply put, he was unobstructed in the apocalypse. As long as he didn’t ask to die, no one would dare to touch him.

Ye Zhongming had only heard of this person. He was unsure why nine-star evolved treated him so well, but there was something he remembered.

This person always had magical things in his hands!