Not a trace of a scratch.
But even such an Awakener was still severed with a single sword strike.
"Such an irritable person,"
Lin Fan shook his head, just asking who he was resulted in immediate action, and Lin Fan knew what the other held was a spray gun, enormously powerful. A close-range hit would definitely tear through clothes.
There was no choice but to make a move.
The survivors with firearms shouted in alarm, all aiming at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan said, "You have already severely violated the law, I advise you to put down your weapons and follow me to see Officer Huang. Do not stray further down the wrong path."
"You should cherish the life that is not easily gained."
He advised earnestly.
The group of survivors following Zhu Zhen directly opened fire, intending to riddle the man before them with bullets.
An elusive figure, with only Sword Radiance flickering, in an instant, the group of armed survivors split open, even the firearms in their hands damaged.
He Qing, like a small boat in the wind, watched silently, as if watching a deity at work.
The bodyguards beside him felt the same.
Yang Cheng, trying to recruit people for the Lucky, was dumbfounded. Seeing the blood-soaked ground, many were vomiting.
Zhou Yang suddenly stood up, his eyes wide, his expression conveying the utmost shock—if he had seemed as though he was just watching a play before, he now deeply sensed how terrifying the situation was.
His mind echoed with Han Shuang’s words.
Murmuring to himself.
"How can someone be this formidable?"
Zhu Zhen’s awakened abilities were terrifying, yet in his eyes, even such fearsome power was split into two halves.
"They were right, my thinking indeed needs to change."
"Some things are not as I imagined."
"Similarly... I must be prepared."
Zhou Yang turned and left the rooftop. He had more important things to do; he felt this experience as a minor figure was extremely valuable, truly establishing a correct outlook on life for him.
He Qing stepped forward to express gratitude, while the recent experiences had changed his thinking. The apocalypse today was different from what he had imagined.
If Awakeners hadn’t appeared before, he felt he had the capability to develop.
But now, it felt like playing a game where, although the developers promised only slightly freakish monsters, our game absolutely has no pay-to-win elements, and everyone starts from a unified starting line.
But who could have guessed that suddenly, pay-to-win players would appear, with equipment bonuses so terrifying that free players encountering these beings would be like chicks, effortlessly killed one by one.
How could one continue to play?
Playing your grandma’s leg.
"No need for thanks. If you want to thank someone, thank Zhou Yang from the West Ridge Sanctuary; he was the one who informed me," Lin Fan said.
He Qing knew him. He hadn’t expected that it was Zhou Yang who had informed Lin Fan. That must mean Zhou Yang knew beforehand—perhaps, someone wanted to persuade Zhou Yang to join to take over, and Zhou Yang didn’t agree and informed Lin Fan in passing.
Only this explained how Zhou Yang knew.
Lin Fan looked at the frightened survivors on the deck, some still in poor condition, their faces sallow and skinny.
"Mr. He, you have already provided a safe shelter, but their condition is not good. Indeed, one must rely on oneself, but if you could extend a helping hand, I think it would be better,"
"Just like I came here to resolve the situation, right?"
Hearing what Lin Fan said.
He Qing affirmed firmly, "That’s right, very right, I know what to do. Mutual help is the beginning of jointly combating the apocalypse; I understand."
If it were the first time meeting Lin Fan,
Upon hearing this, He Qing would probably just smile. How could there be such fanciful people in the world?
But when the other person possesses absolute strength,
Such casual suggestions become like destiny, he would definitely value them, and abide by them—it’s an inherent characteristic.
A very realistic matter.
The opinions of commoners are merely met with laughter—what kind of opinions are these? They’re practically crap.
But should a noteworthy individual arise among the commoners, their opinions become edicts to be arranged with utmost effort.
Lin Fan smiled, "Though you’re not exactly a good person, you’re not so bad either. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here with me, but getting sent to Officer Huang."
"Of course, you sheltering so many survivors, that’s also a good thing."
Lin Fan looked at the survivors, human nature is unpredictable and once corrupted, it takes time to heal. But some people are inherently bad and cannot change.
He could easily wave his hand and bring these survivors to Sunshine District, but that would be a torment to the other survivors in Sunshine District.
So what he could do was to offer some advice.
I am not a Saint, nor a savior. I am just an ordinary person walking in the city, thinking of cleaning up the zombies, bringing genuine hope to those filled with it.
He Qing felt awkward indeed, the other person’s words were truly straightforward.
At the same time, he felt relieved.
Reform, there would definitely be reform.
West Ridge Sanctuary.
Zhou Yang led the convoy here. As they traveled, encountering zombies, they avoided direct conflict, simply stepping on the accelerator to bypass the numerous zombies that could not be eradicated completely.
His mood was very heavy, and his mind was constantly filled with the scenes he had seen.
They were astounding.
They were terrifying.
They were related to his future development. He now truly believed Han Shuang’s words that the sword-bearing Lin Fan was determined to clear the zombies from the city, to eradicate all the zombies.