Tang Ye was sowhat surprised as he dropped the still warm body under the gaze of the onlookers.
"Truly unexpected, he had that kind of ability."
"Boss, should we search for him? Just like Bright Moon City, Su Sigui took action to seal all entrances and exits of Cloud Gorge Base, finding that guy shouldn’t be too difficult."
"No need, from today on, that guy will likely not appear for a very long ti."
Tang Ye shook his head, he had already noticed that after Lin Jie killed Xi Qing, the whole person had changed, it seed that at that mont, he had completed his self-sublimation, and no longer had any attachnts. He didn’t know what Lin Jie would do afterward, either live on in a daze like a lunatic or commit suicide.
Saying this, Tang Ye looked at the body with pity, including the black ring on the back of his neck. This person was Mo Jun, a controller within the Jiuge Organization’s Shenluo Group. It seed that he had followed Lin Jie for a long ti; he probably didn’t even know why he ca here, nor would he know what dangers he would encounter, then beca a confused scapegoat.
"You are the most wronged Level 8 New Human I’ve seen." Tang Ye muttered to the body, while the surrounding powerhouses from the Royal Court deeply agreed.
Soon, other Level 8 Powerhouses with their soldiers arrived, after observing the tragic incident in Xi Qing’s family, they couldn’t help but shake their heads, their sympathy was uncontrollable, yet there was nothing they could do.
anwhile, the two children were neither crying nor causing a fuss, they were followed by a group of paparazzi asking how they had survived. Probably from all of Lin Jie’s cases, these two children are the only survivors and the only rcy shown by Lin Jie, as he did not kill Xi Qing’s two children after killing her.
"President Li!"
"President Li, hey, hey, hey, President Li... may I ask what was the situation when you interacted with Lin Jie? How did he leave?"
As Cloud Gorge Base developed, the journalism industry also flourished gradually. People who dared not venture out from the safety zones had a need for thrills, and these were satisfied by those videos where the protagonists escaped from the gaping maws of powerful high-level zombies, and others were buried in their bellies.
And so infamous high-level zombies and Zombie Kings, their figures were rarely seen by anyone. At this ti, to preserve the evidence of their survival, journalists played a very important role, and for this reason, the mortality rate of such journalists was particularly high, and high salaries followed suit.
The long and short microphones appeared in front of him, at a very polite distance of one ter away from him, different from the journalists before the Apocalypse, journalists in the post-apocalyptic world didn’t have the guts to jab the microphone directly into the interviewee’s mouth, otherwise, they wouldn’t even know how they died.
High-level new human beings are not stars or public figures recognized by people, they don’t need to maintain their public image.
And Tang Ye did not answer, he signaled with a wave of his hand and left the place without expression with his group of Level 8 Powerhouse subordinates.
The journalists wanted to follow, but they didn’t know how to address Tang Ye, and could only call him by his forr titles, either "President Li" or "Mr. Li".
But they didn’t get far before a burly grassland man at the back turned around, his hand instantaneously transford into a tentacle and smashed viciously into the ground, creating a ghastly ravine that frightened the money-desperate journalists from going any further.
They hadn’t forgotten that Li Henian’s subordinates were not only those strange Level 8 new human beings but also Level 8 zombies that could disguise as humans!
...
"Little Song, let’s go back, don’t overthink it, everything will pass."
A middle-aged man consoled a frail and pale young man beneath a poplar tree, his face showing a bit of helplessness. He wanted to help, but every household had its difficulties. Where would the spare money co to help him with his debts?
Besides, those debts were all from gambling, it was no one’s fault but his own.
The frail man ignored the middle-aged man and stared at sothing ahead, lost in thought. The middle-aged man beside him, seeing no response, patted his shoulder, shook his head and left.
He was really without options, his feelings were conflicted: on one hand, he did not want to help the frail man, on the other hand, he did not wish to see the man leave the area. And why was that?
It was because the man’s presence brought a sense of pleasure to the surrounding households, watching soone else live poorly allowed them to clearly demonstrate so of their family’s advantages, which created a sense of vanity that was addictively satisfying.
This man, who had suddenly arrived here two months ago and settled down, ca with a woman wrapped in thick clothes, possibly because of the cold, the woman had her head covered with a scarf and decided to stay here after discussing with the man for a while.
According to others, the man had fled from outside the borders of Northern China. Being a commoner, he lived in this slum with them. What puzzled people was that the woman who ca with the man never appeared again after that ti.
The man was a gambler, and the money he had when he arrived was divided after their group of survivors disbanded. He was generous and got along well with the other residents because of the money he had; people enjoyed interacting with soone like him. However, this did not last for long.
It was said that he squandered all his money in a casino within the Bright Moon City Managent Area within just three days and even accrued a debt of two hundred, from that day on, the man’s situation deteriorated rapidly, harassed daily by the casino’s thugs. Gradually, the residents who used to interact with him started to distance themselves, afraid of getting too involved.
Rumors about the man started to erge. Although he had rarely interacted with the residents at first, he never invited anyone into his ho, and the first thing he did upon arriving was to secure the door lock. Even if soone sought his help, they couldn’t get half a step inside. Whenever he conversed with soone, he would keep the door tightly shut as if there was sothing in his room he didn’t want people to see.
So residents said that they could hear a woman’s voice talking from his room at night, which led to wild speculation.
The surrounding residents, noticing sothing happening, ca out of their hos and looked in his direction, so with schadenfreude, others with unclear intentions shaking their heads, not knowing what they intended to express.
And the man, injured, with his hand wrapped in gauze, from the little finger to the middle finger completely bared - it was clear that his three fingers had just been chopped off!
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