Xiao Hu’s response confird Ruan Chao’en’s suspicions. He glanced at Huang Quanjiu, who did not return his gaze but instead looked threateningly at Xiao Hu.
All of this was indeed arranged by Huang Quanjiu. The Eighth Army Corps was directly restricted by the Peace Party Headquarters, and many things were out of their hands, while the Second Army Corps could easily deal with Ruan Chao’en in Prison. Here, rather than saying Huang Quanjiu was imprisoned, it was more accurate to say he ca to gloat at Ruan Chao’en.
He originally thought of starving him for a few days then letting him beg for rcy before generously ending this farce. Certainly, Huang Quanjiu, a proud man, would never humble himself before Ruan Chao’en to smooth things over. This outco suited him, although it did create a rift between the two, but at least things were settled.
He could give Ruan Chao’en a bit of food when he was unbearably hungry, but that didn’t an he wanted others to bring him als.
Therefore, Xiao Hu’s arrival and actions were highly irritating to Huang Quanjiu. As Xiao Hu stepped to leave, Huang Quanjiu ominously said from behind, "Leaving your Eighth Army Corps’ designated zone is no trivial matter. I will report this to the enforcent departnt exactly as it happened. Kid, brace yourself."
With that statent from Huang Quanjiu, Xiao Hu stiffened, but fortunately, Ruan Chao’en quickly said, "Don’t worry. After you leave, if anyone bothers you, just drop my na. If anyone dares to trouble you, I’ll take care of them when I get out! Worst cos to worst, back into Prison I go!"
Xiao Hu turned, his face full of gratitude, "Thank you, sir."
"Alright, get out now."
"Understood!"
With Ruan Chao’en’s promise, Xiao Hu felt relieved, and his steps quickened as he headed towards the exit of Prison.
The remaining two exchanged glances, then coldly snorted and turned their heads away from each other. However, this ti, Ruan Chao’en looked smug while Huang Quanjiu’s expression was as unpleasant as if he had swallowed a fly, harboring so animosity toward Xiao Hu.
After eating the al Xiao Hu brought, Ruan Chao’en’s complexion greatly improved. Lying on the iron plank bed, legs crossed, he appeared completely relaxed. However, several hours passed and neither felt the guards outside Prison return. Initially, they thought the guards were rely assembling and found nothing odd, but soon, they both felt sothing was amiss. It was indeed strange that no guards were stationed outside since they were the only two incarcerated there.
While those two soldiers might leave briefly, the Peace Party rules do not allow both to leave simultaneously. If they took too long to return to their posts and soone noticed, that would be a grave matter, and neither of them believed those soldiers had such courage.
At that mont, Ruan Chao’en suddenly stood up from the iron plank bed. He glanced at Huang Quanjiu, who looked normal and not at all perturbed, and then sat down again. However, Ruan Chao’en seed very uneasy, his eyes occasionally darting to Huang Quanjiu and then to the entrance of the Prison, visibly restless.
Indeed, Ruan Chao’en did not understand what was happening to him, feeling that sothing was about to occur; he had a terrible premonition—this was a sixth sense of a Level 6 New Human, which he felt, but Huang Quanjiu apparently did not.
The dim light illuminated Ruan Chao’en’s entire body, his eyes staring into the darkness beyond the light. From so point, he sensed a profoundly eerie presence there.
Suddenly, Ruan Chao’en frowned deeply, sniffed vigorously, and a faint stench of decay filled his nostrils. Before he could react, Huang Quanjiu leaped from the iron plank bed, his gaze fixed on the darkness beyond the light.
His movent was sudden, causing the iron bunk bed to make a creaking sound.
"What’s wrong?" Ruan Chao’en asked. If he had been alone in the prison, he might have been slightly afraid, but having Huang Quanjiu there too, another Level 6 New Human Stronghouse, greatly alleviated his fear.
Huang Quanjiu didn’t respond to Ruan Chao’en’s question. Instead, he stared into the darkness ahead, seemingly seeing sothing in the blackness but unsure of it. Ruan Chao’en leaned forward to look but saw nothing unusual; yet, an uneasy feeling inside him kept telling him that things were not that simple.
Soon, Ruan Chao’en thought of sothing.
The two prison guards who had left for a al hadn’t returned, and now, both of them felt that sothing was off. Could sothing be targeting them?
Huang Quanjiu remained silent, and Ruan Chao’en also closed his mouth. Both their gazes stayed fixed on the seemingly endless darkness.
About a minute or two passed, and the tension in the air grew thicker. It was then that Huang Quanjiu suddenly shouted, "No, it’s above!"
As he yelled, a crack suddenly appeared on the ceiling between the two cells. The crack quickly spread outward and, with a loud cracking sound, sothing broke through the ceiling, sending chunks of cent and stone down as a two-ter wide hole erged, revealing a sinister figure falling from above!
"It’s a zombie!"
The figure was unmistakably non-human. Hunched over with nurous bone spikes protruding from its back, these spikes wriggled like snakes. Around two ters long, touching the ground with its limbs, the intense sll of rot emanating from it confird this creature’s type!
"Has a zombie gotten in?"
Ruan Chao’en was still in disbelief. This was the United District. Although sotis soldiers used zombies for tasks, they were generally kept in specific places and not allowed to roam the streets.
But now, what was the situation with this zombie?
He~
The zombie before them let out a chilling hiss, then abruptly turned its head to look at Ruan Chao’en. He caught sight of the zombie’s face— it was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, its ears on either side twisted to extres, almost forming small lumps of flesh. The other facial features were indistinguishable, as if soone had sewn a pigskin onto a face and then soaked it in brine for a day or two, creating wrinkles like tiger skin chicken feet!
"F*ck!"
Even Ruan Chao’en, a Level 6 New Human, was startled by the zombie. Quickly, the bone whips on the zombie’s back started wriggling, grabbing onto the two bars in front of the cell and pulling with force, twisting the iron bars as if they were made of wire!
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