Li Yu patted the man's shoulder to encourage him.
He listened quietly to the man's story. Nearby, the other Salvation Army members bore the pain of their wounds in silence, not daring to make a sound.
Because just moments ago, someone had let out a loud wail of pain, interrupting Li Yu as he listened to the man speak.
Li Yu speared him, giving him a chill to the heart.
After that, no one else dared make a sound.
A breeze passed through, carrying a heavy scent of blood in the air.
For some reason, Li Yu looked up at the sky. While it had been clear just a second ago, now some dark clouds were gathering on the horizon.
He had an ominous feeling in his heart, thumping rapidly.
The chatterbox on the ground had finished laying out everything he knew about the Salvation Army. Now he started rambling about stories from his childhood.
Li Yu lifted his long spear, his face cold and his tone indifferent as he addressed the group, "Do any of you have anything to add? A good performance might just spare your lives."
As soon as the Salvation Army members on the ground heard this, they struggled as if camels finding an oasis in the desert. They began to blurt out everything they knew.
Suddenly, seven or eight mouths spoke at once, a constant babbling.
Li Yu couldn't make out anything clear. He waved his spear and shouted, "Silence! Speak one at a time; I'll ask the questions."
He pointed at the chatterbox who still lay on the ground talking, though now at a much lower volume, and said to everyone, "Is everything he said just now true?"
Silence fell as everyone seemed to wait for someone else to speak.
Li Yu was getting a headache. "I'm giving you a chance to speak, so why the silence?"
"You, speak," he said, pointing to someone at the front.
"Yes, it's true. And I also know something about our headquarters..."
In this orderly fashion, one by one, they began to speak, and Li Yu along with those beside him slowly listened.
Elsewhere, Dapao was as if facing the greatest enemy of his life. The ringleader was tight-lipped, not revealing a single word.
By now, he was tortured to near death.
Blood covered his face, and his body was marred with wounds, his fingernails all peeled back. His eyes glared murderously at Li Yu.
Like a mummy, he remained unresponsive even as Dapao beat him and applied torture.
"Brother Yu, over here, I, cough cough, he isn't talking..." Dapao reported to Li Yu, looking at the half-dead leader on the ground, seemingly ashamed for not getting the man to disclose much information.
"It doesn't matter, I have already gathered the necessary intel," Li Yu replied indifferently.
Suddenly, two zombies burst out from the end of the street, extremely fast, reaching Li Yu and the others in less than five seconds.
"Watch out, zombies!" Li Hang, who had been on lookout duty around the perimeter, shouted loudly as everyone's gaze turned towards the street.
Third Uncle and Uncle at the front quickly reacted, their spears piercing straight through the zombies' skulls.
The arrival of these two zombies was incredibly strange; there had been no sign of them before, and their speed was astonishingly fast.
Third Uncle and Uncle sighed in relief after dispatching the two zombies.
However, more zombies appeared at the end of the street, nearly 30 of them, charging toward Li Yu and his group like madmen.
Third Uncle, Uncle, and the others drew their spears, ready to dispatch these zombies with melee weapons.
Li Yu looked toward the zombies at the end of the street, tensing up at their speed—so fast!
As if possessed, Li Yu looked up and saw a vast expanse of dark clouds drifting from the distance, seemingly endless, while the sky above them remained clear.
It was as if split into the realm of yin and yang; one side blanketed with dark clouds, the other clear skies.
But from the looks of it, this dark cloud will soon reach us, too.
Li Yu's mind flashed with a very bad thought. Zombies often have a sharper sense for impending storms than humans, just like how ants move their eggs and snakes emerge from their burrows before rain.
Animals always have a way of sensing extreme weather earlier than humans do.
These zombies, being able to run out here and with such speed, surely indicate a heavy downpour is imminent.
Judging by the situation, this storm is likely to be intense; otherwise, zombies wouldn't dare to come out in a place that's still basking in sunshine.
All this contemplation happened in the blink of an eye.
Li Yu shouted towards Uncle and Third Uncle, "Use guns! These zombies are tough to deal with. Finish them off and let's pull out quickly! There's trouble!"
Upon hearing this, Third Uncle didn't hesitate at all. He placed down his spear, raised his automatic rifle, and started shooting at the zombies.
Third Uncle's Spear Skills were extremely precise, both quick and accurate. Although the zombies were fast, they were killed with headshots before even reaching Third Uncle.
Uncle and Yang Tianlong beside him also fired their guns.
Li Yu looked down at the Salvation Army members on the ground and thought: With guns and sharp shooting, Third Uncle and the others can handle these thirty zombies without much problem.
Looking at the people in front of them, who killed without blinking an eye, the Salvation Army members on the ground felt that their own self-proclaimed title of King Yan was nothing but a joke.
Li Yu raised his submachine gun.
Bang! He shot and killed a member of the Salvation Army on the ground.
This, to the surprise of many, was Li Yu directly opening fire, followed by shooting all the Salvation Army members on the ground.
Li Hang and Uncle beside him looked at Li Yu in a daze. Weren't you just saying that if they confessed, you would let them go?
The sounds of gunfire from where Li Yu, Third Uncle, and Uncle were firing shone together.
Even the loquacious talker who was very obedient and loved to speak was shot by Li Yu.
Seemingly noticing the confusion from Li Hang and others, Li Yu said indifferently, "Honor is important, but in this post-apocalyptic world, honor depends on who it is directed towards. Spare them today and they might come to kill you and your entire family tomorrow.
When encountering people, be friends if possible, strangers if not offending each other is an option, but once they become enemies, there's no honor to speak of. We must be thorough in our actions."
Li Yu previously despised something that happens often in movies.
Clearly, the villain had killed the protagonist's loved ones or friends.
The protagonist would seek revenge but be compelled by something, forcing the enemy to say something. If the enemy doesn't speak, the protagonist threatens to let them off.
Then, once the enemy speaks, the protagonist lets them go.
But after the enemy is spared, they often return more powerful, and the protagonist suffers as friends and family are slaughtered. Only then does the protagonist finally realize and vanquish the enemy after being tormented.
In the end, the protagonist is alone, filled with regret for the rest of their life.
The world is full of deceptions; apart from life and death, nothing else matters.
Apart from the people you love and those who love you, nothing else matters.
Righteousness and morality are like a beam of light in this apocalypse.
If you can uphold them without harming yourself and your family, then of course, you should.
But the fear is that kind of blind righteousness and morality concerned with saving face, where people would rather let their family or themselves starve to death than stoop to earn money.
Li Yu is not such a person.
Honor is not something to be upheld with everyone.
After hearing what his older brother said, Li Hang felt it made a lot of sense; if he wasn't holding a submachine gun, he'd want to take out a notebook and jot it all down.
Li Yu glanced over at Third Uncle, who had already dealt with the zombies.
Looking at the dark clouds on the horizon drawing closer, the feeling of unease grew stronger, and even the hairs on his body began to stand on end.