Chapter Sixty-Nine

Zhou Yu charged into the horde of zombies, dual blades in hand, like a demon lord descending upon the earth. None among them could withstand a single strike. Liu Long, unwilling to be outdone, followed close behind. In his hands, the massive sword cleaved and pierced—every swing brought a zombie crashing to the ground.

If Zhou Yu and Liu Long exuded an aura of dominance, then it was Leng Yuhang who truly embodied a rogue’s unruliness. Leng Yuhang wielded a specially crafted baseball bat. Why was it special? Apart from the grip, the entire bat bristled with steel spikes, making it resemble a mace. With every swing, Leng Yuhang spat a curse, each blow punctuated with profanity.

Having seen both swagger and streetwise bravado, there was yet another—someone who turned killing into a beautiful art. That was Pan Yuxin. Twin daggers danced with extraordinary agility between her fingers, and as she moved, a zombie fell with each step.

But it was the bloodiest of them all—Liu Hu—who proved the most formidable. Bare-chested, knuckle dusters on his fists, he stood with his back to the others. Any zombie attempting to approach Zhou Yu’s group from behind had its skull crushed with a single punch from him.

Meanwhile, Nian Yu, restless as ever, had climbed onto the wall. She gazed in astonishment at her companions battling the zombie horde, especially Zhou Yu, who cut down the undead as easily as if he were slicing vegetables. She couldn’t help but wonder—were these really the same zombies, and was this truly the Zhou Yu she knew? Or perhaps she had never really seen the real Zhou Yu before.

Though Nian Yu had often said she wanted Zhou Yu to be decisive and ruthless, a king among men, witnessing it so suddenly left her unsettled.

On the wall, Wang Kui, responsible for sniping, and Zhao Yan, who patrolled behind, were utterly stunned. It was their first time witnessing the might of this so-called Asura squad—and it was only a five-person team.

How could this even be called a five-person squad? It was more like an elite special forces unit. How had these people come together?

This question echoed simultaneously in Wang Kui and Zhao Yan’s minds.

Suddenly, Zhou Yu shouted, “Retreat!”

The group’s formation began to shift. Starting with Pan Yuxin, each member gradually moved toward Liu Hu, while Zhou Yu alone covered the rear as they withdrew.

Just as the formation changed, Wang Hao called out, “Prepare your magazines. It’s alright, load up!”

Zhao Yan quickly jumped down, grabbed several loaded magazines, and brought them to Wang Hao.

The group hacked their way to the base of the wall, one by one leaping up to the top.

Only then did Wang Hao open fire. The M4 carbine held thirty rounds per magazine, and with each shot, a zombie’s head exploded. Only after Zhou Yu had climbed the wall did Wang Hao cease firing.

The assault ended with Wang Hao emptying four magazines. Wang Kui, for his part, hadn’t fired a single bullet.

Once Zhou Yu and the others had jumped down from the wall, Zhou Yu grumbled, “Damn, this is exhausting! Why does it feel like there’s no end to them?”

Nian Yu comforted him, “Don’t worry, the day will come when they’re all gone.”

Xiao Jie chimed in, “Can’t we just wipe them out all at once?”

Zhou Yu muttered to himself, “All at once… all at once… That’s it!”

Nian Yu asked, “What is it? What did you just think of?”

Ignoring her, Zhou Yu turned to Liu Hu and said, “Xiao Hu, go to the car and bring me a case of baijiu.”

Nian Yu protested, “You want to drink now? Are you crazy? You’re going back out there in a minute!”

Zhou Yu grinned, “Silly wife, you even have a higher degree than me! Just wait and see how clever your husband is.”