Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“I’ll kill you!”

Zhang Su roared with fury, taken aback by the sheer luck of the guy coming out with the crossbow, managing to hit him with an arrow in the flickering candlelight and dark shadows!

He understood the Anger Crossbow, knowing that it takes at least four or five seconds to reload, and the opponent being new to this, surely wouldn’t be quick. Seizing this moment, he made a big leap and swiftly closed the distance on the towering silhouette with the crossbow.

Su Chef was decisive, realizing there wasn’t time to reload an arrow, he slammed the door shut, buying himself some time to regroup!

Behind them, Lu Yubo and the others clashed with three restaurant waiters, and a chaotic battle was about to erupt.

Slash.

The waiter skillfully swung his machete at the man in front of him, swiftly cutting through Lu Yubo’s clothes, but the anticipated evisceration didn’t occur. Layer upon layer of clothing!

Rip, rip, rip, the sound of fabric tearing was endless, and the soft touch startled him momentarily…

Thud!

Lu Yubo, wielding a food sampling tool and relying on his thick armor, pierced through the opponent’s skull just like dealing with a zombie.

Brain death, one of the quickest ways to die.

The man collapsed immediately.

Chen Hanzhou and Zhao Dezhu were no weaklings either, each wielding a firefighter’s axe, driving the remaining two waiters into retreat. Items from the shelves were scattered everywhere, and at this moment, no one cared about the resources.

Wu Lue wasn’t idle either, holding the steering wheel lock Chen Hanzhou had used earlier, chasing the one-armed Old Yang.

Zhang Su, seeing Su Chef shut the door, immediately dashed after him; he couldn’t give the opponent a moment to breathe!

As he swung the door open, Zhang Su ducked sharply, shooting forward like a tumbling gourd.

Simultaneously, there was a swoosh, as the wind-breaking sound pierced through the warehouse door, straight towards a shelf, igniting a trail of sparks; judging by the timing, the opponent had a rather proficient grasp of the crossbow.

“You bastard, die!!”

Zhang Su sprang to his feet, familiar with the environment, he didn’t need to look around. With his left hand, he pulled out an axe and hurled it at Su Chef, charging forward to attack.

Clang, clang!

Unexpectedly, the opponent’s skills were formidable, swinging a long-handled hammer first to whack away the axe, then blocking the machete aimed at him. The fierce collision sparked furiously.

Zhang Su was always prepared for a one-move failure; as the opponent blocked his attack, he immediately utilized the recoil to slice diagonally forward, smoothly launching a second round of attack, targeting the opponent’s throat.

The Mad Dog Fist he learned from unrestricted Master Chen had no artistic value whatsoever, focusing solely on practical ways to take a life!

Su Chef didn’t expect to encounter someone so ruthless; he desperately retreated, not even having time to watch his step, tripping over the unconscious Zhao Xue lying in the corner.

This very stumble narrowly saved him from Zhang Su’s blade aimed at his throat.

Zhang Su glanced at where Su Chef had tripped, his eyes wide open.

He had expected Zhao Xue to be toyed with by those bastards and was prepared mentally after overhearing the waiters’ conversation, feeling slightly relieved, thinking Zhao Xue might have escaped a disaster. But upon seeing Zhao Xue unconscious in the corner, his heart was still hit hard.

Zhang Su maintained his crouched attack posture, close to the ground where Zhao Xue lay, observing clearly.

The slender body, like a lamb, curled up in the corner, previously covered by a garment now dragged away by Su Chef’s heel, completely naked. He hadn’t seen such a clean body since the cataclysm, but the whiter and cleaner it was, the more glaring the scars became!

Not even knowing whether she was alive or dead!

Su Chef staggered, steadying himself, still retreating as he shouted, “Stop, we can talk about this!”

Swoosh.

His response was a blade.

An even fiercer blade!

Zhang Su was beyond furious; he was brutal, but he would never torture a woman like this, nor a man…

The saying goes, kill but do not torture, his moral boundary.

But now, witnessing a girl being tormented beyond recognition, especially a girl he’d known for over two years with a good relationship.

“Ah!”

Zhang Su roared, his machete swirling like falling leaves, seemingly without pattern but actually utilizing force from the waist, arm, and shoulder, furiously hacking at Su Chef.

“Stop, I can save you!”

Su Chef, with some skills from a unique experience in his youth, could handle punks like the waiters effortlessly. But facing the mad tiger-like Zhang Su, he was completely overwhelmed.

The long-handled hammer he specifically chose worked well smashing zombies or live humans, with a long lever providing great power. But now, he had no chance to attack, only defend, and even then, he received two cuts, the bleeding wounds were shocking.

Zhang Su seemingly didn’t hear his words, just kept attacking, forcing the opponent into retreat.

“Don’t move! I’ll shoot you!”

Suddenly, a voice rang from the warehouse door.

The battle inside the convenience store had ended, Zhao Dezhu stood at the warehouse entrance, holding the crossbow in aiming position.

Su Chef and Zhang Su paused, both momentarily frozen, but then Zhang Su moved again, slashing at the opponent’s arm.

Thud…

“Ah… you, ah!”

Su Chef’s right arm was neatly severed, along with the long-handled hammer, falling to the ground.