"I’ll strangle you, strangle you, there’s no escape, it’s you, why weren’t you bitten to death." Zuo Qiang snarled viciously, his voice loud, "I’m going to attract the zombies, let the zombies bite you to death."
He felt very innocent.
He was just buying things, quietly walking towards the residential area, and then he encountered this situation. Of course, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing when he encountered something .
"I hope you can stay calm; your behavior has broken the law. Murder is illegal. If you come down now, I’ll take you to the police station. Surrender yourself, and maybe you’ll get a lighter sentence."
When encountering such situations, he always started by persuading.
Do not resist needlessly.
There’s no need for that.
The dark corner, the turn of the alley.
Many ferocious and terrifying zombies ran out, drawn by the noise.
Zuo Qiang’s deranged shouting was very lethal in the post-apocalyptic world.
There weren’t many zombies on this street.
But definitely not a few.
As the zombies appeared, a crazy look emerged in Zuo Qiang’s eyes, and he howled ferociously.
"Bite him to death, bite him to death."
In Lin Fan’s eyes, the opponent’s mentality might have already exploded from the torment of the apocalypse.
But he thought of the survivors in that cake shop.
And those who drove the steel beast.
They were all living strongly.
"Are you trying to help a criminal against me?"
Lin Fan, holding the bag, reached for Frostmourne on his back and warned them, hoping they would stop in time.
With a swing of his sword, the flash of the blade was too quick for anyone to see clearly. By the time they realized what had happened, the zombies’ heads had already separated from their bodies.
In a moment, all the zombies that ran out were lying on the ground.
Zuo Qiang stood with his mouth agape, his eyes bulging, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. In his eyes, these terrifying zombies posed no threat at all and didn’t even touch the opponent’s clothes.
"Impossible, impossible."
Zuo Qiang shook his head, unwilling to believe.
How could anyone be that powerful?
Lin Fan looked at the closed shutter door, holding Frostmourne and swinging it swiftly. There was actually a flash of light—it was his power. His speed had reached a perverted level.
"Righting wrongs and capturing criminals is what I ought to do."
He placed the food at the door, bent over, and walked into the shop; as soon as he entered, he was hit with a terrible smell. The place had been closed for too long, combined with the accumulation of human waste and uncleaned trash, probably piled up in a corner somewhere.
He spotted a long black rope in a corner and also a poster, featuring a woman bound in a bizarre way.
"Such binding is really impressive."
Lin Fan certainly knew about it, having frequented forums for so long; classic bindings really do have an impact.
With the rope in hand, he went up to the second floor. As soon as he got there, a dark figure lunged at him.
Of course, Zuo Qiang would not go down without a fight, but he was facing Lin Fan. Everything he did was in vain; in an instant, he was subdued, with Lin Fan pressing him to the floor by the back of his neck.
"Let me go, let me go, I’ve done nothing wrong." Zuo Qiang shouted and yelled.
"Whether you’re wrong is not for you or me to say. I’ll take you in, and there will be punishment for you," Lin Fan said, as he wasn’t deeply familiar with the culture of binding, though he had heard others talk about it on forums.
A certain island nation had studied this thoroughly, forming an industry chain.
Even famous masters arised.
Over there, they didn’t call them Bundlers, but Binding Masters. It was a high-end industry, not what one might imagine.
Lin Fan, not knowing much about it, simply bound Zuo Qiang’s wrists and then his arms.
"Let’s go; I’m taking you to the police station."
He didn’t wish to talk more to Zuo Qiang.
At the door, seeing that the food bag was still there, he couldn’t help but reveal a relieved smile. Maybe the city was in chaos now.
But at least the spirit of ’finders are not keepers’ still existed.
At that moment, he saw the woman lying there and thought it not good to leave her outside after all; she was a victim, and even though she was dead, she deserved some dignity after death.
Zuo Qiang was still shouting.
Criminals often behave when they are caught; Lin Fan was used to it by now.
"Shh, keep it down, or it could be very dangerous," Lin Fan reminded him.
He carried the dead woman, enduring the smell from her body, and brought her to the second floor. He didn’t know where her home was, nor did he know any good place nearby to lay her to rest.
So he had to leave her here.
He gently laid her down.
"Ah, I hope you can rest in peace. I will take him to the police station, wrongdoing must have its price," Lin Fan whispered softly.
Zuo Qiang’s curses echoed from outside.
Screams sounded, as if tearing at the heart and splitting the lungs.
Lin Fan rushed downstairs and at first glance saw Zuo Qiang on the ground, being bitten and torn by a zombie.
"Don’t bite; he’s the one I’m taking to the police station," Lin Fan called out as a warning.
The noise disturbed the feasting zombie, which turned and lunged at him with great speed, only to be kicked away by Lin Fan’s foot, flying a dozen meters before crashing heavily to the ground, black blood splattering.
The man’s neck bore a torn wound, missing a chunk of flesh; suddenly, Zuo Qiang’s body began to tremble, veins bulging, hunching over, his fingers turning claw-like, his eyes rolling upwards.