A gunshot rang out suddenly, and the priest’s head exploded in a flash of scarlet, his heavy body falling to the floor like a piece of rotten wood with a "thud."
The won inside the church scread out in terror, but soon fell silent again. Each face lost its color, shrinking back in fear, deeply frightened by the ard intruders from outside.
In the chaos, a woman in her early thirties forced herself to stand calmly, her voice trembling as she said, "Please... don’t kill anyone, there is no one here who can resist you, we have no weapons."
Zhou Qingfeng was brought here by a trembling captive.
He only knew that most of the n from Bantu Town had gone out to plunder, while the won left behind were gathered in this church, engaging in futile prayers.
After the apocalypse, the absolute disadvantage in physical strength and power caused won’s status to plumt.
Won who manage to survive in this brutal environnt need not just survival wisdom, but must also learn to accept the twists of fate.
The mbers of the "Holy Light" who flooded into the church were extrely excited, unabashedly scrutinizing the surviving won in the church, as if they had discovered hidden treasure.
These won have obviously been "selected" to so extent. Though they were all skinny from hunger, their appearances and figures were still considered outstanding.
Of course, they must have had previous owners, maybe even experienced more than one. But in this world where order has collapsed, no one cares much about these past events, there’s nothing to contest.
Chen Rui followed behind Zhou Qingfeng, his eyes hot as they swept over the frightened won, particularly noting the one who had stepped forward.
He moved forward two steps, lowered his voice, and said excitedly to Zhou Qingfeng, "President Zhou, I like these mature won who have guts and wisdom!"
Zhou Qingfeng’s gaze only briefly lingered on these shivering won before coldly turning to the captive behind him, asking in an icy tone, "How are the won here divided?"
The captive trembled and timidly raised his head, as if pressed down by an invisible force. His eyes flashed as he replied softly, "Whoever... whoever has the harder fists gets more..."
This simple and cruel answer starkly revealed the survival rules of the end tis.
In fact, compared to those plunderers who have completely lost their humanity, the ’Holy Light’ team offers many benefits to won due to better living conditions, and its mbers are quite restrained.
Even though they have completely controlled the situation, they instead carry an indescribable restraint, as if considering a moral boundary long gone.
If it were those carefree white male groups, they would have pounced like hungry wolves, grabbing whoever they could, without giving the town’s won any right to speak.
"What’s your na?" Zhou Qingfeng asked calmly, as his gaze fell back on the woman who stepped forward.
"Stacy." The woman replied, her lips tightly pressed and her eyes complex.
"Well then, Miss Stacy," Zhou Qingfeng said, "choose one of my n behind as your man."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over every woman present, continuing, "The world has collapsed, individuals can hardly survive.
The n you’ve relied on either have died or been captured, you must make a new choice.
I don’t care about your past; I assure you my n have no bad habits and will do their best to treat you well, I hope you will too."
These words were directed at all the frightened won present, who instantly realized they were at a crossroads in their lives.
The won’s gazes, like invisible threads, quickly scanned the Holy Light mbers with aggressive stares, ultimately converging on Zhou Qingfeng himself.
Having undergone enhancents, Zhou Qingfeng possessed a statuesque strong body, limbs filled with explosive power, and stern features like chiseled granite, exuding a formidable and dangerous aura.
More importantly, he remained in a leader’s position, and the unique aura ford from long-ti leadership was such that even those unfamiliar with him could lock onto him in a crowd.
"Sorry, I’m not among your choices," Zhou Qingfeng said as he moved half a step to the side, creating distance between himself and the won, "Choose quickly, or I’ll randomly assign you soone."
There were many young won in Bantu Town; in this church alone, there were twenty-seven, and afterward, eight more were found.
They were not natives of the town but foreigners who fled along Highway 85, like rootless duckweed floating in the torrents of apocalypse.
In other towns conquered by "Holy Light," most were in similar situations, as being near the highway gathered more foreign populations.
In rely half a day, Zhou Qingfeng sent hundreds of young won to Avoni Town’s camp, pairing a third of the "Holy Light" mbers with "life companions."
Though forced pairing seed cold and unkind, in the current end-tis environnt, for those struggling on the edge of survival, there was little room for complaints.
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As Stacy and the other won sat in the back of the electric Pika, they instantly felt comfortably relaxed—the vehicle actually had air conditioning and a refrigerator, they almost forgot the enjoynt of modern life.
After the virus outbreak, the first public service to disappear was electricity. Without electricity, water supply also stopped, followed by a collapse in law and order.
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