Su Changxing sprinted along the alleyway towards the outside; he needed to make use of a time gap, to first take down that lone Huangmao outside. In a one-on-one situation, none of those four were a match for him.
Su Changxing's face was full of killing intent; not a single person who saw him tonight would be able to escape!
Eliminate them to the root, eradicate any potential risks.
(Shen Jinxuan: ??!)
Huangmao, sitting in front of the Mysterious Shop, was lost in thought, when he suddenly heard screams coming from the alleyway, and jumped up from the ground.
"That sounds like Wang Liu. What happened to them? Three against one should have been no problem."
He had a bad premonition, glancing around, seeing nothing but abandoned cars, darkened storefronts, and some lightweight plastic trash slightly trembling in the wind.
A burst of hurried footsteps came from the darkness.
"Brother Hei, is that you?"
Huangmao shouted, but no one answered, and at the same time, the footsteps disappeared and the air fell silent once more.
His expression turned grave as he looked around, his heart racing uncontrollably, feeling something watching him from the shadows.
A whooshing sound came, and Huangmao turned sharply to see a young man swinging a steel saber shimmering with a cold light at him, instinctively raising a wooden stick to block.
A crisp sound followed, and the wooden stick abruptly snapped at the existing notch.
Having severed the stick, Su Changxing continued and slashed a gash across Huangmao's arms.
Huangmao screamed in pain, reacting quickly as he realized he was outmatched and turned to flee.
Su Changxing took advantage and kicked him to the ground.
Huangmao lay on the ground, looking up at the indifferent youth with terror, utterly crushed with no room for resistance, and begged loudly:
"I never intended to kill you; it was all Old Third Hei's idea. Spare me; I have a lot of money and points. I'll give it all to you..."
Su Changxing's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard him, and with a swing of his saber, blood splattered, penetrating his chest with a single stroke.
Huangmao's terrified expression was frozen on his face as he fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He died just like that at the hands of Su Changxing.
"Humans are more fragile than zombies; even a minor wound can be fatal."
Su Changxing glanced at the corpse on the ground, picked up the phone, and plundered the points within it as the phone dissolved into light and shadow.
[Plundered the eliminated, gained 300 points]
"Quite a lot indeed, though I have no idea how he got it."
Before leaving the Mysterious Shop, Su Changxing crouched beside an abandoned vehicle, hiding in the shadows, peering through the window crack towards the alleyway.
The man in a headscarf followed a short-haired man, running and shouting, "Old Third Hei, you're really unbrotherly. You'll get yours when we're back."
"Why are you shouting? Don't you think there aren't enough zombies? Or have you lived long enough?" The short-haired man replied impatiently, "How can you blame me for this? That brat is too sinister, disappearing suddenly and then reappearing behind us."
The man in a headscarf accused, "Isn't it because you acted rashly? I said that anyone acting alone at night wouldn't be simple."
"You didn't object when I made my move. Now something happens, and you all blame me alone? If anyone's to blame, it's Wang Liu's bad luck. In this world, people dying is normal."
The short-haired man didn't care at all. Besides Huangmao, he barely knew any of them; it didn't matter if they died.
The man in a headscarf frowned, saying nothing, having already decided to part ways with these two. Partnering with people like this was too dangerous.
"Where's Zhao Xing?"
The short-haired man ran out of the alley, came to the street, and looked around, but didn't see anyone else. An uneasy thought entered his mind, and he hurriedly ran towards the Mysterious Shop.
As he reached the Mysterious Shop, his pupils dilated in horror as he saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood.
The dead person was indeed Huangmao, with a slash wound on his arms and a piercing stab to the heart. This was the work of that person.
He hurriedly looked around, the chill in his heart spreading once more.
Does that person want to kill them all? Or has he already left?
The short-haired man knew the wisest thing now was to regroup with the man in a headscarf to avoid being picked off one by one.
Yet the man in a headscarf was standing far across the street, having seen both the short-haired man and the corpse, and had turned to run in the opposite direction.
At this moment, the short-haired man's mind was unusually clear. He thought about where that boy would hide if he intended to continue killing them.
In his thoughts, he spotted many abandoned vehicles ahead on the street. If one hid behind them at night, coming from their direction, it would be difficult to notice someone was there without precautions.
Realizing this, the short-haired man shouted, "Qin Wen, watch out for the vehicles!"
The man in a headscarf had run some distance and turned back, not understanding what Old Third Hei meant.
As he was about to ask, he felt a breeze behind him, and his heart sank with the realization of danger, but it was too late.
Su Changxing, like a viper, had hidden in the shadows and watched the man in a headscarf run out of the alley towards the vehicles where he was hiding.
Whether due to Su Changxing's good luck or the man in a headscarf's bad luck, the angle and distance meant that Su Changxing's chance of a successful ambush was significantly increased.
Upon hearing the short-haired man's shout, Su Changxing swiftly rose, swinging his steel saber sideways, just as the man in a headscarf turned back, the blade cutting across his neck.
The man in a headscarf fell backward with the sheer force of the steel saber, his neck nearly severed with the sound of bones cracking, instantly lifeless.
Su Changxing realized he had used excessive force for the blow, enough to kill the man in a headscarf even without such strength, but used it fully just to be safe.
Humans are indeed very fragile; applying precise force to a weak spot can easily kill.
The short-haired man standing at the Mysterious Shop's doorway witnessed the horrifying scene.
Fear overwhelmed him, feeling like the young man, seemingly small, was a demon, killing without hesitation as if it were only a zombie he slayed.
The short-haired man turned and ran towards the front of the street, with no intent to confront Su Changxing, aware that the youth's power and speed far exceeded the norm, sensing he was no match.
Across the street, seeing the short-haired man sprinting madly, Su Changxing's expressionless face broke into a slight smile, following with a blood-stained steel saber in hand.
The roles of hunter and prey exchanged unknowingly.
The short-haired man knew he couldn't outrun Su Changxing, but he wasn't entirely without hope. Upon seeing Huangmao dead earlier, he immediately used his phone to contact and seek support from the organization.
He was a cautious man and also one who feared death.
Along the way, they attracted scattered zombies, yet neither paid them mind, with one running and the other chasing, the gap between them closing evermore.
The short-haired man hurriedly shouted, "Don't kill me! I know some secrets and can tell you."
Secrets?
Su Changxing did not respond, his pace quickening instead. His goal was simply to kill the enemy before him; the secrets were of no interest to him.
The short-haired man noticed his pursuer's speed increasing again and shouted anew, "About this Doomsday Game, someone had actually predicted this disaster ahead of time."
By now, they were only five meters apart, and Su Changxing launched powerfully off his left foot, slicing down with his steel saber from above.
Realizing escape was impossible, the short-haired man abruptly stopped, turned, and attempted to block Su Changxing's attack with a horizontal stick, but the saber's force was more than expected, numbing his hands and sending the stick flying.
Su Changxing reversed his grip and struck the short-haired man's shoulder with the back of the saber, knocking him to the ground, stepping on his abdomen, and calmly said, "Now, you can tell me your secret."
Lying there, the short-haired man sighed in relief and hurriedly spoke, "Just before the Doomsday Game, people from our organization gathered us and said..."
Before he could finish, a cold steel saber pierced through his heart.