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Chapter 355 - 347: The Commoners’ Rebellion! · Oct 26, 2026

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351 Chapter 351 - 343: Young People Really Know How to Have Fun 2026-10-26
352 Chapter 352 - 344: Entering the Zombie Lair 2026-10-26
353 Chapter 353 - 345: Zombie Awakening 2026-10-26
354 Chapter 354 - 346: Capturing Zombies 2026-10-26
355 Chapter 355 - 347: The Commoners’ Rebellion! 2026-10-26
356 Chapter 356 - 348: Safe City VS Xin City (4000-word grand chapter, with additional 7/9 chapters as rewards from earlier) 2026-10-26
357 Chapter 357 - 348: Safe City VS Xin City (4000-word grand chapter, with additional 7/9 chapters as rewards from earlier)_2 2026-10-26
358 Chapter 358 - 349: Ran Out of Bullets After Three Shots! 2026-10-26
359 Chapter 359 - 350: Someone Comes Under the Wall! 2026-10-26
360 Chapter 360 - 351: What Can a Ton of Cement Get You? (8/9) 2026-10-26
361 Chapter 361 - 352: Leisure and Fury 2026-10-26
362 Chapter 362 - 353: If at That Time 2026-10-26
363 Chapter 363 - 354: Let’s Die Together 2026-10-26
364 Chapter 364 - 355: Infighting 2026-10-26
365 Chapter 365 - 356: A New Hope 2026-10-26
366 Chapter 366 - 357: Encirclement 2026-10-26
367 Chapter 367 - 358: Something Fishy 2026-10-26
368 Chapter 368 - 359: The Kind Li Yu 2026-10-26
369 Chapter 369 - 360: Interrogation (Thanks for the reward from 不扣他) 2026-10-26
370 Chapter 370 - 361: Killed or Not? 2026-10-26
371 Chapter 371 - 362: What Morals to Speak of with the Enemy! 2026-10-26
372 Chapter 372 - 363: Entering Weng City! 2026-10-26
373 Chapter 373 - 364: Extra Staff 2026-10-26
374 Chapter 374 - 365: In the Rain (9/9) 2026-10-26
375 Chapter 375 - 366: Li Hang’s Suggestion 2026-10-26
376 Chapter 376 - 367: The Fierce Battle on a Rainy Night 2026-10-26
377 Chapter 377 - 368: North and South Forces 2026-10-26
378 Chapter 378 - 369: There’s No Rush for This Matter 2026-10-26
379 Chapter 379 - 370: Burning the Zombie Tide 2026-10-26
380 Chapter 380 - 371: The Agony of Inner Demons 2026-10-26
381 Chapter 381 - 372: The Promise of the Rainbow 2026-10-26
382 Chapter 382 - 373: Undercurrents Surge 2026-10-26
383 Chapter 383 - 374: March 2026-10-26
384 Chapter 384 - 375: What the Fuck? 2026-10-26
385 Chapter 385 - 376: The Homing Bird Enters the Dusky Clouds 2026-10-26
386 Chapter 386 - 377: Heading to Tianhua Town 2026-10-26
387 Chapter 387 - 378: Firefight! 2026-10-26
388 Chapter 388 - 379: Can You Still Leave Alive? 2026-10-26
389 Chapter 389 - 380: Don’t Mess with Me (Asking for Subscriptions) 2026-10-26
390 Chapter 390 - 381: A Critical Moment 2026-10-26
391 Chapter 391 - 382: Night of Slaughter 2026-10-26
392 Chapter 392 - 383: To Kill or Not to Kill? 2026-10-26
393 Chapter 393 - 384: I’m Done 2026-10-26
394 Chapter 394 - 385: Gratitude 2026-10-26
395 Chapter 395 - 386: Director Li the Mighty 2026-10-26
396 Chapter 396 - 387: Too Cautious, Right? 2026-10-26
397 Chapter 397 - 388: The Consequences of the Riot 2026-10-26
398 Chapter 398 - 389: All Kinds of Possibilities 2026-10-26
399 Chapter 399 - 390: A 100,000 Square Meter Base! 2026-10-26
400 Chapter 400 - 391: Killing Like Mowing Grass! 2026-10-26

Safe City.

Area B, Building 19, Second Floor.

Mr. Wang got up from bed, stretched a lazy yawn.

Crackle, crackle, crackle

His joints constantly popping.

Standing in front of the mirror, Mr. Wang almost didn’t recognize himself, with frizzy long hair and a messy beard, looking dirty and unkempt.

Mr. Wang thought for a moment and finally found a Dagger amidst a pile of cluttered stuff.

There were some bloodstains on it, which he looked at with some disgust.

He then took the Dagger and slowly walked towards the window.

Ssssh—

He opened the window, and like before, Mr. Wang shoveled the snow into a basin.

The sun was fierce, and he felt the temperature in the air.

It seemed much warmer.

He closed his eyes, basking in the sun’s rays, half-concentrating, feeling a faint warmth on his body.

For the past two months, whenever the sun came out, he would run to the balcony to sunbathe with the windows closed.

Suddenly, he squinted and saw seven or eight people passing by downstairs.

Mr. Wang hurriedly opened his eyes and took a closer look. This group of people looked a bit familiar.

He had seen them interacting with Captain Tao on duty at the entrance when they first entered Safe City.

This weathered-looking man leading them had almost had a conflict with Captain Tao when entering Safe City.

Back then, because these people went out to search for supplies and had to pay too much protection fee when entering Safe City, they had argued with the duty captain.

Mr. Wang watched these people curiously, wondering where they were going.

These people were holding weapons, heading towards Area A.

With a squint in his eye, Mr. Wang had a thought but was unsure.

Clang!

The iron basin he was holding suddenly fell to the ground, spilling snowflakes everywhere.

Mr. Wang stood there thinking, then once again scooped up some snow and headed to a small room.

Sticky all over, he had been longing for a bath. In the previous days, he dared not undress, as it was simply too cold.

But now with the temperature much higher, though still below freezing, it felt like his body could endure it.

Only, this water would definitely not be enough for a bath; he could only wipe his body down.

As before, after burning a bed board brought up from downstairs, the water finally heated up. Mr. Wang, holding the knife, first rubbed it on the snow outside.

After some of the bloodstains had diminished, he scooped a little hot water from the iron basin into another small basin.

He washed the Dagger.

He couldn’t remember if the Dagger had been used to stab a person or a Zombie.

Just to be safe, it was better to wash it.

After cleaning the Dagger, Mr. Wang wiped it dry with a cloth and then used a lighter to heat the surface for a while.

When the Dagger cooled down, Mr. Wang used it to cut off his long and messy beard and hair.

Then he took a scoop of water from the hot water basin to wash his face, looking up.

In front of the mirror, Mr. Wang regarded his reflection:

He looked gaunt, the skin on his cheekbones clinging to bone, his face devoid of any traces of flesh, and his eyes weary.

Mr. Wang sighed deeply: ”At least I’ve survived.”

After washing his face, he wet a towel, undressed, and wiped down his entire body.

As he took his clothes off, his entire body was bony, just skin and bones.

Just like that, Mr. Wang wiped his body clean, after months of not bathing.

The water in the basin he had brought in turned pure black and murky, emitting a foul stench.

After wiping his body, Mr. Wang felt refreshed, his spirit much improved.

Recalling those people he had seen heading toward the villas, Mr. Wang’s eyes flickered.

After some thought, he put on his coat and took both the Handgun and Dagger with him.

He left home.

He planned to take a look.

After leaving home, he saw some people on the road, all in a hurry.

Approaching closer, the noise from that direction grew louder.

When he got near, he discovered hundreds of people gathered at the central square of the villa area.

The voices were boisterous; so many people were talking that Mr. Wang couldn’t hear clearly.

Inside the square, four factions were evident, the same ones Mr. Wang already knew.

Old Wu, leading the military faction.

Hua Chuanlong, leading the underworld.

Boss Ke Hanyu.

And that weathered man and a few others he had seen before at the entrance.

The four factions were engaged in a heated argument.

Mr. Wang’s position stood right behind the majority of ordinary civilians.

Mr. Wang patted a man next to him and asked, ”What’s the commotion about?”

The man Mr. Wang tapped on the shoulder turned to look at him, feeling somewhat unfamiliar, but seeing Mr. Wang’s frail appearance, he assumed he was also one of the civilians.

And in fact, Mr. Wang was indeed one of the civilians, only he stayed at home most of the time and rarely went out, so almost no one knew him.

The man said, ”Now that it’s warmed up a bit, and our supplies have all run out, everyone needs to go out and search for more. Then there was fighting over the distribution!

According to past practice, Old Wu there protects our base, and then he takes 50% as protection fees;

That man, see, the one wearing the big leather jacket, Hua Chuanlong takes 30% protection fees;

The one with glasses, called Ke Hanyu, they take 20% protection fees.

And these protection fees are all extracted from us, the ordinary civilians.”

Having said this, the man was also somewhat angry. They had worked so hard to search for supplies outside, and after returning, they still had to hand over more than half of their findings.

But if they didn’t pay up, they couldn’t enter Safe City. They would have to face the Zombies alone outside.

The man continued,

”Originally, we were all willing, because, with so many Zombies outside, we could at least ensure our safety in Safe City, right? Old Wu and his people would protect us when encountering Zombies.

Paying this protection fee is nothing to complain about.

But it was agreed before, once inside Safe City, there wouldn’t be looting of supplies or killings.

Yet in the past few months, when disputes broke out among us civilians, they neither stepped in to manage nor control the situation.

That bunch, Hua Chuanlong and Ke Hanyu, have even come to rob us, even killing one of our civilian representatives.

Now, only Old Zhuang, Old He, Old Sun, and a few of them are left. We need to band together to overthrow them.

Just because we don’t have guns, that doesn’t mean they can bully us, right? We’re now talking about the distribution of the protection fees.”

Hearing this, Mr. Wang roughly had an idea about it. It was just a problem with the distribution of benefits.

The capitalists were carving up the cake, and there was a problem with the distribution of this cake.

And the people who were producing this cake didn’t want to do it anymore, because they weren’t getting paid for the cake they made.

Meaning these civilians paid in supplies, but Safe City wasn’t safe anymore!

The place was noisy! A buzzing sound filled the air.

Suddenly.

Bang!

A gunshot. Old Wu fired a shot into the sky.

The place instantly quieted down.

Old Wu looked around sharply.

In an instant, the people around stopped talking.

Seeing the place had quieted down a lot, Old Wu slowly started to speak:

”I understand everyone’s emotions. First of all, I want to apologize for not being able to protect everyone well during this cold winter, which has resulted in many deaths.

This is our negligence!

However, we promise that such things will not happen again.

We hope that everyone will trust us once more.

I believe everyone is aware of the situation this time. The weather was really too harsh, and I know how tough it was for everyone.

We just have to get through it, and we have come through now. The temperature is gradually rising, and we need to look to the future.

After all, doesn’t everyone want a safe place in the future?

Otherwise, are you going to sleep rough outside, facing Zombies every day, even worrying about Zombies at night?

Do you want your families and loved ones to live in fear?

Just as he finished speaking, Old Zhuang from the civilian camp, the weathered middle-aged man, said,

”How can you guarantee, with so many people dead this time, that a simple apology is enough?

How many of your people have died? You just lightly say a few words and that’s it?

And what about Hua Chuanlong’s men robbing our people several times? Can that just be let go?

It’s unfair!”

Behind him, hearing these words, the civilians were incensed, loudly chanting: Unfair.

Their voices echoed loudly, forming a tidal wave of sound.

Hua Chuanlong, hearing Old Zhuang point at him, unapologetically said, ”Don’t you all rob each other as well? You’re fighting among yourselves, yet blame us?”

Old Zhuang replied, ”That’s our internal affair.”

Hua Chuanlong sneered, ”Internal affairs? Isn’t Safe City ours? What internal affairs?”

Old Zhuang, with anger evident on his face, harshly said, ”Previously, it was us people who paid the protection fees.

You three parties collected them, but during this cold weather, you did nothing. We are unwilling to accept the previous distribution rules.

I suggest.

From now on, the protection fees be reduced, from half to one-tenth.

Otherwise, we’ll all leave Safe City.”

Hearing Old Zhuang say this put Old Wu on the back foot instantly. They were Safe City’s biggest beneficiaries, if these people all ran away,

where would they get protection fees from? That would not do.

So Old Wu hurriedly said, ”Old Zhuang, listen, before the severe weather hit, didn’t you all live safely within Safe City?

The past few months were an accident. So, we suggest lowering the protection fees to one-third in the future, what do you think?”

Old Zhuang, hearing this, suddenly turned to look at a man beside Old Wu, the Captain Tao who had been on duty at the gate before.

Old Zhuang then said,

”Heh, you previously said you’d only take half, but what happened? Every time I come in, this Captain Tao took five-sixths. How do you expect us to live?”

Old Wu, upon hearing this, was surprised. He had stressed repeatedly not to embezzle or take extra, yet his subordinates still did not listen.

He knew that, even before the apocalypse, such things were common, let alone after the apocalypse.

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