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Chapter 696: Meeting the Enemy

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Weiming slightly widened his eyes and gave a start before bursting in a shout, “Hide!”

The driver saw the lightning too and automatically turned the steering well.

Bang! As a result, the car bumped into the guardrail.

Mo Yan stood on the roof as he looked at Weiming who got out of the car in haste. The look in his eyes was extremely cold.

Sensing a strong intention of killing, Weiming immediately turned to Mo Yan. However, he saw no one but a dark patch of woods.

“Deputy Chief, in the front!” One of Weiming’s subordinates suddenly yelled at him.

Weiming turned and saw a figure standing in the middle of the road, about a hundred meters away. When he looked at the other, the latter moved, slowly walking toward him. Following his movements, a few figures flashed over from all directions and quietly landed behind him before approaching the cars along with him.

Weiming’s people vigilantly raised their guns as they stared at those mysterious figures which had popped out of nowhere.

Seeing the dark circles under those people’ eyes and the colorful glow in those eyes, Weiming’s people turned nervous.

“Zombies!”

Weiming looked at those zombies which were approaching him and suddenly felt a strong pressure. He was surprised.

Those were top-leveled zombies, all of them!

“Retreat!” Weiming made a prompt decision, then turned and prepared to run. Hearing his order, all his subordinates understood his meaning. They immediately turned to run away.

Even their boss was running! They, of course, would run as well!

However, as Weiming made about ten meters of distance, the leader of the group of zombie flashed across the air and showed up before him, making him stop moving.

It was all dark. Weiming clearly sensed that zombie, but couldn’t see his face. Earlier on when the car light was on, he only had a blur vision of the zombie.

The fierce intention of killing from that zombie was way too obvious. He couldn’t possibly ignore it. Right at that moment, facing the zombie, Weiming felt that he was the very target of that killing intention.

With that awareness, Weiming tightened his entire body. He made a step backward as he created a large fireball with each hand. The fire illuminated the surrounding area.

This time, Weiming finally saw the zombie’s face. Half of that pale face was covered in blood veins. His purple lips were pressed together, and his eyes glowed with a purple light. That face was entirely cold, filled with the killing intention.

Weirdly, Weiming detected hatred from the zombie’s eyes, which he didn’t understand. Why did he see hatred? It was the first time he met that zombie. He believed that he had never offended that zombie before.

He didn’t care about the hatred though, because that was a zombie!

He threw out the fireballs, then swiftly moved backward.

Mo Yan waved an arm conveniently. Following his movement, a series of thunder was heard and a wave of lightning bolts fell, striking the two fireballs simultaneously and dispersing the fire.

Meanwhile, one lightning bolt fell toward Weiming.

The lightning landed within a blink. Weiming didn’t manage to dodge, but only released all his power to protect himself.

Bang! The lightning still broke his energy shield and sent him flying away, making him thud against the ground.

They were now on a hill in the suburbs. Nothing but hills and woods surrounded them.

Weiming fell on the ground, and the pain slowed him down. At that moment, Mo Yan swung an arm and sent two thin lightning bolts to his legs.

“Ah…” Weiming screamed. His legs were broken by the lightning.

After that, Mo Yan flashed up to him. He glanced at Weiming and found that the latter looked the same as a couple of years ago.

He squatted and started searching through Weiming’s pockets.

As Mo Yan got close to him, Weiming could finally react. Despite the pain from his legs, he raised his arms to create another fireball and threw it at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan turned his body to dodge. In the next second, he flashed to the other side and also launched a kick.

Crack! Weiming’s arm was broken.

“Eh…” Weiming screamed in pain once again. His face twisted and brows knitted together.

He realized that the zombie didn’t plan to kill him immediately. Instead, the zombie wanted to torture him. Why?

The zombie was at level-seven at least. Weiming knew that he had no chance to run. He was so close to death. He wasn’t afraid though, as death wasn’t strange to him.

Before the apocalypse, he was a gangster. After the apocalypse, zombies ran all over the world. Death was always with him.

However, what was the zombie looking for?

The pain from his broken legs and arm nearly threw him into unconsciousness. He could feel that Mo Yan was still rummaging his pockets, but couldn’t figure out why.

Soon, Mo Yan found a flashlight, paper, and pen from his pockets. He turned on the flashlight, held it in his mouth, then started writing.

Seeing that, Weiming was stunned. He saw a zombie writing. How could that be real?

He felt that he had seen an illusion. He thought that the pain might be the reason, so he closed his eyes. As he opened them again, he saw that the zombie had finished writing and put the note before his eyes. The zombie even took the flashlight down from his mouth and pointed it on the note.

Reading the note on the paper, Weiming popped his eyes.

‘Do you know how it’ll feel when people cut off your flesh slice by slice?’

Weiming widened his eyes. He was shocked and frightened. He raised his head to look at Mo Yan’s face that he could not see clearly.

“You… you…” Weiming yelled at Mo Yan. However, he wasn’t able to say anything.

Mo Yan pulled out a dagger from his boot; a cold gleam of light flashed across the dagger edge.

“No… this is impossible! You are not Mo Yan… He’s dead! He is dead!” Weiming’s mind suddenly became clear. He twisted his body and tried to move backward. However, his legs had been disabled, and so was an arm.

Mo Yan turned the dagger and pointed the tip at the ground, then swung it down at Weiming’s arm.

“Ah…” A shrill scream echoed across the hill.

Weiming’s people were soon killed by the other zombies. When Weiming died, his flesh had all been sliced off by Mo Yan, and his blood seeped into the earth. Fresh flesh slices were spread on the ground, surrounding his body.

Mo Yan stood up and inhaled the sweet blood aroma in the air with satisfaction, then turned and left.