You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

As the gunshot rang out, several people who had already rushed to Peng Liu's side instantly froze in place.

The helmeted man in the lead was already crying out in agony.

The others, however, retreated several steps in unison as fear and surprise filled their eyes, seemingly not expecting the three men to be armed.

Or perhaps, they just never thought someone would dare fire a gun in the market street.

After all, there were rules here.

Now the rules were broken.

The fallen helmeted man became the sacrificial lamb declaring this transgression.

Yet, these people didn't run away in fear due to the sudden gunshot or their fallen comrade; after a moment of shock, one of them pointed at Peng Liu and stuttered:

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"You dare shoot him?"

The others, hearing this, seemed to find their backbone.

The panic on their faces quickly dissipated.

They chimed in:

"Idiot, do you realize the trouble you're in?"

"You dare shoot our Brother Hao, do you not want to live anymore?"

One even pointed aggressively at Peng Liu, who still had his gun raised, and shouted, "Don't be afraid, guys! He shot Brother Hao. Let's see what he gets when the police arrive!"

"Right, don't let this guy get away!"

"Think you're tough 'cause you've got a gun?"

While his mouth was ranting, his feet suddenly lunged toward the skinny man next to Peng Liu, but before he could touch him, he saw that man also draw a gun and aim it at him.

"Hey wait, wait—"

"Bang!"

Another gunshot sounded.

The bullet blasted half of that man's head apart.

The man who had come with Peng Liu was known for his ruthless actions; he had killed plenty during the robberies with Peng Yue.

Seeing his brother Peng Liu had fired, he naturally had no reservations.

So he aimed for the kill.

The flame from the muzzle not only blew the man's head apart but also sprayed a mix of red and white fluids onto several of his companions behind him.

In an instant, it was as if a rain of blood had descended from the heavens, covering the faces of the remaining men in crimson.

The strong smell of blood and the shattered skull stimulated their nerves simultaneously.

Screams of terror immediately arose in the darkness.

"Ah, ah, don't kill me!"

"Mercy, please!"

Two men screamed, turning to flee, but Peng Liu quickly closed in on them, the gun already in his hand pressed against one's back as he fired.

A jet of blood burst from the chest and sprayed directly onto the opposite wall.

Seeing this, another man collapsed to the ground, screaming.

"Please, I apologize to you guys!"

"I'm sorry, is that okay?"

"I..."

Before he could finish his plea, the skinny man who had just shot a person dead was already maliciously pushing the gun barrel into his mouth.

"Mmm, mmm..."

Tears streamed down the man's face as he shook his head, but the hand holding him was so strong he could only watch as the barrel was forced deeper, until it pressed firmly against his upper jaw.

"Good boy, it's not so painful,"

"It'll be over quickly."

After saying this, the skinny man pulled the trigger.

The head in his hands instantly lost all struggle, collapsing into his arms like a cotton-filled doll; he, however, sidestepped, dodging the falling corpse.

"Tch,"

"Almost dirtied my uniform."

After saying this, he flashed a smile and looked at Peng Liu, who was wiping his gun barrel with the dead man's clothes, "Brother Liu, is it really okay for us to shoot here?"

Liang Wenjie, who was hiding behind the two, stunned, also looked anxiously at Peng Liu.

His worried gaze held a hint of inquiry.

Clearly, he was a bit afraid.

The robbers were not wrong just now; the area was indeed under the jurisdiction of the Wanhao District Security Bureau, but most of the time those who claimed to be "Chief of Police" would not bother with such trivial fights and scuffles.

After all, things are different now—cameras that once filled the streets have become nothing but decoration due to the lack of power.

Furthermore, they are not the real Security Bureau anyway.

Resources are scarce.

Punch-ups over a moldy piece of bread happen every day, and with their manpower, how could they manage everything?

Moreover, nowadays, the Security Bureau is not the embodiment of justice.

They serve Li Wanhao.

Crime?

Only if it gets serious.

Or, unless it affects the lives of those higher-ups, otherwise, nobody bothers to deal with these broken matters.

But among these broken matters, there is one thing that absolutely must not be done.

And that is to have a large-scale shootout in Wanhao District.

Especially involving the use of guns.

Not to mention killing five or six people in one go!

Liang Wenjie could be certain that by tomorrow at the latest, Li Wanhao's men would definitely come to investigate. Once it got tracked back to him...

At this thought, he shivered uncontrollably; the outcome was unbearable to contemplate.

Damn it!

If he had known, he wouldn't have come this way!

Actually, he knew that these alleys were not safe at night.

But his wife was still lying in bed back home, and his daughter, though she didn't complain, had been hungry for a long time. Both of them, one young and one old, were waiting for him to return and save them.

It was precisely for this reason that he decided to take a shortcut to get home quicker.

Who would have thought he'd actually run into a robbery?

Fuck his mother!

The more Liang Wenjie thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his eyes gradually filled with plea as he looked at Peng Liu.

At this moment, all his hopes were pinned on the other person.

Since this man dared to shoot, he must have some confidence.

Yes, he must be confident!

They dared to bring so much merchandise here to sell, and they were all armed. Maybe they were here to do business with Li Wanhao himself?

Sure enough, Peng Liu's cold gaze swept across the bodies on the ground one by one.

Eventually, he stood up, turned around, and said to the two of them,

"Just a few pieces of trash, what's there to be afraid of after killing them?"

"What can the surnamed Li do to us?"

"At worst, we'll just fight it out."

The skinny man chuckled upon hearing this, clearly of the same mind, since they had all experienced major events with Peng Yue.

Moreover, what others didn't know, these escorts who moved in and out of the safe zone daily, they knew very well.

The safe zone, after all, was established by relying on what kind of force.

Those shadowy figures encased in iron armor.

And the workers who, mechanical-like, never stop working unless they are scrapped—these are the real powers the company relies on for its growth up to today.

All of this existed because of the person at the very top.

He is the source of that miraculous power.

And he is also the faith of every person.

"Okay, let's go. Don't dawdle here anymore,"

"Isn't your wife still waiting for you?"

Peng Liu had just killed someone and was a bit forceful in his speech, his gaze at Liang Wenjie growing somewhat irritable.

Seemingly noticing the other's anxiety, he immediately flashed a grin to comfort him:

"Don't be afraid."

"If someone really comes looking for you, just tell them straight."

As he spoke, his gaze swept around the area and with a touch of disdain continued, "I'm called Peng Liu, I killed these people, it's got nothing to do with you."