After speaking, he calmly walked toward the stairs.
Once he was sure the expert couldn’t see his back, he broke into a run, fast and flustered, directly to the boundary wall downstairs, took a running leap, grabbed the top of the wall, and landed on the ground, opened the car door, and floored the accelerator to make his escape.
"Fuck, where did this freak come from—could it be that he, like me, suddenly possesses incredibly strong powers?"
"But how can he be so powerful."
Ma Yilong thought back to what he had just witnessed and felt a chill run down his spine.
Though he could shatter stones, he couldn’t match the other’s abilities.
The sedan traveled far, gradually disappearing into the streets, abandoning past glory and followers, his only thought being to save his skin, surviving now to fight another day. He had heard that there was a shelter in the prison, and damn it, he was going to seek refuge there first.
There wasn’t a single tough guy left standing around.
As he started walking inside, a thug wielding a modified gun appeared in front of him; without a second thought, he pulled the trigger, "Die, bastard."
The scene was eerily familiar; the brilliance of that sword was as dazzling as always. The gunman’s eyes widened, a crack, the gun in his hand split, and his forehead gradually cracked, spreading across his face until his body split open, spilling blood and flesh everywhere.
Liu Mingzhu let out a tremulous cry, then covered her mouth, the scene before her was a bit terrifying, shaking her to the core.
Lin Fan apologized, "Sorry for letting you see this, it was very dangerous just now, I had no choice."
They somewhat reluctantly accepted it.
But through this incident, they understood just how formidable he truly was, to a significant extent.
Those male survivors who had previously been disciplined by Ma Yilong felt that Ma Yilong was no match for Lin Fan, clearly on an entirely different level.
Arriving upstairs and seeing the companions taken by Ma Yilong safe and sound, everyone couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and looked at Lin Fan with gratitude.
If it hadn’t been for his help, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Expert Xu relayed what Ma Yilong had said before leaving, and Tang Pengfei looked at Lin Fan.
"Bro Lin, that guy is really arrogant."
Lin Fan smiled, "It’s fine, let him run. We’ll meet again someday. I don’t know what your plans are next, but if you trust me, you can come to my shelter. Everyone there lives together peacefully without much trouble."
"Thanks, Bro Lin, we’d like to." Tang Pengfei agreed immediately, without hesitation. If he even hesitated at this point, what more could he want? He hadn’t thought about whether Lin Fan was just putting on an act to deceive them to go there.
People shouldn’t think too highly of themselves; sometimes, others might see them as nothing more than grass.
If Bro Lin wanted to harm them, with his strength, there was no need for pretenses; he could just take action, and who could withstand him?
Tang Pengfei followed the voice and saw his fellow survivor Duan You suspended there, gaping, stunned. He saw the wound in Duan You’s abdomen, a bloody puncture.
Lin Fan sighed, "He didn’t say anything, and yet met such a cruel fate. It’s good for you to have such a companion, especially rare in these apocalyptic times. Most survivors I’ve met are vicious, irritable, selfish, treacherous, and so on."
Tang Pengfei took a deep breath, his eyes reddened, and lowered Duan You, "Yes, he was a good person. We saved him from an internet cafe. He looked ragged and unkempt at that time, not like a good person, seemed kind of slick, but in getting to know him, I found he was very decent, righteous, clever, and always able to make everyone laugh.
He was frail and cowardly, Wang Wei often teased him, saying if he was caught, he’d definitely be the first to betray, and every time he would get so worked up, his face turned red, yelling that he was the most loyal. In the internet cafe, he also often watched war movies, saying if it was during the war and he was captured by the enemy, he would rather die than be a traitor, that all ten major tortures were nothing, just endure and then die, nothing to fear..."
He really did it, that wound must have hurt a lot."
Everyone around was bowing their heads, deeply saddened, to band together in the apocalypse, even if they were strangers initially, but gradually, deep friendships developed.
Lin Fan could sense the somber mood, softly saying, "All right, we still have a long journey ahead. Once we reach the Sunshine District, such things won’t happen. As for that escapist Ma Yilong, I’ll remember him. He will pay for his actions one day."
"Hmm." Tang Pengfei nodded.
Leaving this place, they buried Duan You as they left, not in the soil, but as Pengfei requested, they took him to the internet cafe, set up a computer for him, and let him sit there.
This was what Duan You had told him, his favorite thing was surfing the internet, even if he died, he wanted to die in front of a computer.
A sedan slowly pulled up.
Ma Yilong looked around at his surroundings and the high-security prison, envying how great it would have been if he had such a refuge from the start; he would have soared high on the spot.