Fang Yuxin immediately reported what she had discovered, "There are twenty people blocking the road ahead, among them three are superpower users, two are Superpower Beginners, and one is Superpower Level 1. The remaining seventeen are all ordinary people. These people have a fierce aura and don’t look like good folk, everyone be alert!"
She said to be alert, not just careful, because these people’s strength was far inferior to theirs; they didn’t need to take them seriously. However, the opponents were not to be underestimated, so vigilance was necessary. It wasn’t just superpower users who could be formidable; without enough caution, superpower users could still die at the hands of ordinary people.
In her previous life, she had always been an ordinary person, unable to awaken any superpower, yet a good number of superpower users had died by her hand. Hence, she never assumed that awakening a superpower meant one could rest easy.
The others weren’t fools; they all understood her meaning. They had survived until now in the apocalypse by scraping and scrambling, and naturally wouldn’t grow arrogant just because they had awakened superpowers, feeling invincible.
As soon as they had sighted people ahead, they had already been on guard. After hearing Fang Yuxin’s words, they grew even more vigilant.
The vehicle was moving fast, and the others also gradually got a clear view of the situation ahead.
The twenty people looked relatively young, the youngest in their early twenties, the oldest just over thirty. In other words, they were all in the prime of their lives. They looked ordinary, but their eyes were anything but, piercing and fierce like hooks.
These folks didn’t seem to have ordinary backgrounds; rather, they looked like they lived life on the edge, dealing with danger. Among them, five were armed with guns, though not uniformly so. There were pistols, rifles, and submachine guns.
As the car approached closer, one of them stretched out an arm and waved, yelling, "Stop the car! Stop the car now!"
The roadblock up ahead was daunting. The wood was sharpened to points and wrapped with metal sheeting, appearing very heavy. There was also a row of three-inch-long steel spikes on the ground. If the car drove over them, the tires would be punctured first, then it would crash into the barricade.
Thus, Fang Yuxin and her group stopped the car about a hundred meters away from these people, to prevent being surrounded and becoming more vulnerable.
The opposite party clearly didn’t expect them to do this and was momentarily taken aback. Then, one muscular man in his thirties with a submachine gun approached them.
Just then, a car window rolled down and the dark muzzle of a gun protruded, firing with a "bang." The bullet struck the ground right in front of the man’s toes, emitting a sharp collision sound.
The man immediately stopped, his face darkening as he squinted towards the gun barrel sticking out of the window and said loudly, "Don’t misunderstand! I mean no harm to you!"
Everyone scoffed, not believing his empty words.
Bai Ye rolled down the window from inside the car and gestured to Fang Yuxin, signalling her to leave it to him for now. Then, he stuck out his head and called to the man, "Stay where you are! Also, I need an explanation, why are you blocking our way? What is your purpose?"
The muscular man had been sizing them up, but unfortunately, the car’s windows were specially treated so that from outside, one could only see darkness and couldn’t make out the inside of the car. The only things he could figure out were that Fang Yuxin and Bai Ye’s cars were high-end and that they were armed with guns, highly accurate ones at that.
Unable to discern their true strength from the unclear view inside the car, he had only two guesses: either the people inside were too weak and afraid to show themselves, or they were so strong that they simply didn’t care to deal with him.
The man was no fool. Being able to drive such fine cars with hardly any damage suggested that the people inside were far from ordinary. If they were weak, even if they had lucked into such cars, keeping them would be questionable. Only if they had incredibly good fortune would they be able to keep such cars from being stolen and avoid zombies all the way to this point unscathed.
Such a possibility was extremely unlikely, so he chose to believe that this time, they had encountered tough opponents.
Thinking of this possibility, he felt relieved that he hadn’t done anything too offensive yet and still had room to salvage the situation. However... if those inside were strong but lacked intelligence, then that would be his lucky break!