Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

”I told you long ago, these four useless idiots are hopeless. It would be cleaner if I just dealt with them with one strike, hmph...”

Wu Baokang rolled his eyes, feeling secretly displeased. Yesterday, King Yama beat me up violently, and now he’s being so courteous. Was he possessed?

Zhang Su didn’t respond immediately because he knew full well the schemes of these four guys. He remained silent because he was still listening to the surrounding sounds. He raised his hand to stop the crowd’s chatter; this opportunity to establish authority shouldn’t be missed!

”I understand what you’re plotting, using the four of you as a gamble, hoping none of us can take on ten zombies, allowing you to escape punishment neatly. I have to say, your plan is good, but unfortunately, you’re going to be disappointed.”

After he spoke, Zhang Su gave no time for the now-quiet crowd to think. He turned to Lu Yubo and the others and said, ”Prepare the grounds, let’s make these guys convinced beyond words today!”

”No, Brother Su, why? They’re the thieves, why do we have to send someone to fight ten? This makes no sense!”

Lu Yubo was immediately anxious; armed, he was quite powerful, but with bare hands he could barely handle two or three zombies. Ten would be a death sentence. Even as Zhang Su’s biggest fan, he didn’t believe he could do it.

”Mr. Zhang, have you considered this... carefully?”

Yuwen knew exactly what Zhang Su was up to. With so many eyes on Celestial Horse Island, it was a prime opportunity to assert dominance, but they also needed to consider personal safety.

”Come on, Brother Lu, Xiaoliu, Xiaowu, hurry up, come with me to prepare the grounds!”

Zhao Dezhu saw Zhang Su’s cold, sharp gaze and understood what it meant. There’s no stopping it; those four guys are doomed today.

The four who started all this were still bewildered. In their script, the other side should have dodged and weaved endlessly and dropped it. What was going on...? They actually agreed?

They were well aware of the Yama Corps’ fighting power from previous battles with zombie hordes. But barehanded, as if those players in video games drop their weapons and suddenly become worthless.

Furthermore, with restricted movement, it’s impossible even to kite them effectively. How will they fight?

For a moment, their curiosity even surpassed the fear of death.

”You four idiots are truly dumb... Old Cai, I feel sorry for you.”

Zhang Xin shook his head continuously, patted Cai Zhichao’s shoulder, and walked away to see if there’s anywhere he could help with the setup.

”They can’t do it, right?”

Wang Yu, who initially suggested the bet, asked anxiously.

”They’ll surely try something; we’ll expose them then!”

The thin man nodded in agreement; the other two rubbed their hands nervously, unsure how to respond.

Cai Zhichao’s face was so dark it could drip water. Complex emotions in his gaze as he glanced at the four before walking away... Good advice is hard to follow for those doomed to die.

Soon, news that someone would fight ten spread across Celestial Horse Island.

Zheng Xinyu, working happily in the kitchen, was nearly shocked speechless by the news. Isn’t the stewed meat enticing? Can’t people eat quietly? Why make such a fuss?

Returning to the camp, Ju Mumio was having a drink with Yi Xiaoling by a secluded stream. Of course, only Ju Mumio drank. Yi Xiaoling didn’t. They leaned on each other as Ju Mumio serenely recounted past events as if they were the most ordinary stories.

Upon hearing the huge news about ”fighting ten,” Ju Mumio packed up the wine jug and called Yi Xiaoling to head back. She felt alive.

Even Fu Weijun and Xie Yanshan, recording experiments at Cui Leng Pavilion, heard the news. They exchanged glances; even these two couldn’t resist going to watch such a grand scene.

With many hands, the workload became light. Li Zongkai, Liu Yao, and Yang Xinqi couldn’t just sit and watch; they all joined in to help. In less than twenty minutes, a circle of cars formed a ring in the parking lot.

They used eight cars to create a roughly eight-square-meter space, barely sounding eighty square meters - not even half a standard badminton court!

This was the standard Zhang Su set. The smaller the space, the higher the difficulty of completing the punishment. The higher the difficulty, the higher the cost of mistakes. The higher the cost of mistakes, the greater the potential for improvement in the camp. Thus, the smaller the space, the greater the potential for improvement!

The large van Duan Wuhu used to flee the Survivor Alliance with Fu Weijun was part of this setup. Its two sliding doors were opened, the second row of seats removed, acting as entry and exit gates to the arena!

Growls filled the air.

Nearby, ten zombies were controlled with riot forks. Mindless, they didn’t understand what was happening, only stirred to a frenzy by the smell of blood all around. They frantically clawed and scratched, but with the long riot fork shafts, they could only futilely paw at the air.

The scene was silent apart from the zombies’ howls and the rattling noises from the zombie generator.

”Brother Su, let me do it; I can do it!”

The core members of Celestial Horse Island gathered to discuss candidates for the fight. Chen Hanzhou was the first to speak, raising his mechanical prosthetic.

”You think that’s not a weapon? Don’t kid yourself!”

Zhang Su knocked on Chen Hanzhou’s prosthetic arm, producing a clang. He knew what Chen Hanzhou was thinking: using his healing advantage to fight zombies. It’s true he could heal, but once bitten again, no one knows if he’d turn into a zombie!

”Brother Su... Lanlan, don’t hold me back.”

”No, I’m not. Just scared... It’s all my fault for proposing this, causing everyone trouble.”

As Lu Yubo began speaking, Mo Qianlan nervously tugged at his clothes.

”Brother Su, Lanlan didn’t expect things to turn out this way. Let me, I’m really strong.”

”You’re not skilled at hand-to-hand combat; let me do it. I’ll punch those zombie heads to pieces!”

Zhao Dezhu clenched his fists, casting a dark glance at the group of culprits mid-sentence.

”The place is too small. It needs nimble strategy. Uncle, I’m good at this.”

Pang Dakun sat awkwardly stuck in a car window, absentmindedly fantasizing about the admiration in Su Xiaoya’s eyes after completing the feat of fighting ten, not considering that failure meant death.

Slap, slap.

Ju Mumio tapped Zhang Su’s arm with her thumb, pointing at herself. She didn’t speak, but the meaning was clear: don’t forget your former master.

Good Fortune, the pup, fully understood what they were discussing. It rubbed against Zhang Su’s leg, barking softly, then dug its sturdy paws into the ground, leaving several white marks on the cement...

”First, Xiaolan, you did nothing wrong. But remember, in the future, you must report wrongdoings only when there’s someone to make the call; otherwise, prioritize your safety. This isn’t a civilized world anymore.”

Zhang Su gave Mo Qianlan a reassuring look, then glanced at the self-recommending brothers. He bent down to pet Good Fortune’s head, smiling slightly, ”Today, don’t argue with me. It has to be me to make it legitimate, understood?”

With that, Zhang Su began removing his weapons.

”Legitimate? Hmm...”

”With so many watching, it’s a perfect time to establish authority. Let’s just enjoy the show,” Yuwen said, adjusting his glasses and calming the excited group.

Zheng Xinyu frowned as she accepted weapon after weapon from Zhang Su, grumbling, ”You can’t go easy on those guys. They’re causing so much trouble. I’m starving, waiting to eat. Quick and decisive!”

”Is Xinyu the only one who believes in me?” Zhang Su looked at the crowd with a half-smile.

”No way. I just thought it wasn’t convenient for you, Brother Su...”

”Yeah, right, big brother, you can step in. What am I fighting for? Honestly, I’m scared, haha...”

”Go, Brother Su!”

”Woof, woof!”

The group visibly relaxed upon hearing that Zhang Su would step in and had to step in.