Chapter 864: Yingshan Safe Zone

Like a chick pecking at grain, he nodded his head frantically.

Ignoring the strange looks around him, Xiao Fei, the corpse hunter who once dominated the Yingshan Safe Zone, upon hearing those four short characters, wished he could even blurt out his father's underpants.

He didn't want to die, especially not such a miserable death.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll say anything!!"

No longer showing his former arrogance, he who liked to toy with ordinary people now feared death even more.

He knew all too well how perverted these strong ones were.

They treated life as worthless, let alone this person before them, who at a glance was obviously the extreme killing type.

If he displeased them, that bald muscular man might just press his own head into his buttocks—a death he had just seen plenty of.

Those chunks of flesh blown apart still clung to his body even now.

Thinking of his father's warning not to act so ostentatiously, lest he run into a powerful Awakened One who took a dislike to him, thereby wasting his life for nothing.

For the first time, he felt those words were truly reasonable.

Regret.

Trembling with fear as he looked at Lin An, a rapid series of three questions soon came to his ears:

"How many Awakened Ones are there in the Yingshan Safe Zone?"

"Have you fought third-level Mutants before? Within the safe zone, who knows the most about the Heiyu?"

His mind racing, the young man named Xiao Fei replied in a trembling voice, hurrying:

"Sir!"

"We have roughly 290,000 Awakened Ones in total, including two third-level, over 170 second-level peak, and the rest are mostly first-level!"

"The safe zone altogether has about 460,000 soldiers, and the survivors are estimated at four to five million..."

Whether asked or not, he blurted it all out in one breath, fearing that if he didn't say enough he'd provoke the other's displeasure.

It must be said, under the threat of death his memory displayed extraordinary performance.

Two third-level? 290,000 Awakened Ones?

Lin An raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a bit surprised.

The Yingshan Safe Zone isn't particularly large; the information released externally is just ordinary.

It seems the earlier intelligence was wrong, deliberately concealed by someone.

To support this many people and Awakened Ones, given the local terrain, it really seems unreasonable.

Without military support or a ready-made military base to expand, a private faction achieving such scale is no wonder the safe zone here acts so overbearing.

It seems the 'resources' inside the Heiyu are even richer than I imagined.

"As for third-level Mutants..."

Xiao Fei endured the pain in his lower body, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

His crushed feet lay limp like noodles on the ground, a faint hatred flickering from the depths of his eyes.

"We have encountered them."

"But not me… it was my father who ran into them while leading a team to scavenge supplies."

"Those two third-level Mutants don't belong to our sector; the nearest is over 1,000 kilometers away, on the far right of the Heiyu."

"The other, according to high-level personnel, has moved toward the original city."

"We merely had a brief encounter; after many died we hastily retreated. Third-level... they're too terrifying..."

He remained shaken.

When the safe zone was first established, it suffered a massive zombie tide attack.

Fortunately, the safe zone's level was low then and the population wasn't that large; they barely held on before developing to where they are today.

If they had encountered a third-level back then, they probably wouldn't have survived to today.

Looking at Lin An's unfamiliar face, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of background this group had.

At least second-level peak, that bald muscular man is definitely a dual-powerhouse of physique and strength systems!

Damn, how could an Awakened One of such power be mixed in with this bunch of trash?

"Continue."

He nodded, Lin An quickly constructed a map of the Yingshan war zone in his mind, lost in thought.

The city Xiao Fei spoke of lies to the upper left of Yingshan; before the apocalypse, this area was actually mountainous, or rather a tourist spot.

If we take the Heiyu as the center, then humans, mutants, and zombies are almost all distributed around it.

This mysterious Heiyu is like a lodestone, firmly attracting both sides, while they maintain a sort of tacit understanding between them.

"Who knows the most about Heiyu information..."

He furtively glanced at Lin An's expression, Xiao Fei's heart jolted, as if he had thought of something:

"It's Yuan Feng, and also the former safe zone leader Lianglong!"

"They both have gone deep into the Heiyu; it's only after coming out from there that they became this strong!"

"But... Sir!"

"My father doesn't know; he's just a city guard, he hasn't really gone into the Heiyu!"

He hurriedly added, and after Xiao Fei finished saying that, his heart pounded wildly.

From Lin An's tone of questioning, he always felt it carried a sense of indifference and killing intent.

It was as if, once he found out who knew the most, he would go kill that person.

With his head lowered, a thought involuntarily rose in his mind.

If this person really went to look for Yuan Feng and Lianglong, they might end up fighting to the death!

Even after revealing his own identity and bringing up his father's name, the other side still dealt a ruthless blow.

This shows that the other party simply has no intention of getting on good terms with the Safe Zone High Level; the meaning behind it is puzzling!

This guy, isn't he afraid of going up against a Third Rank? Or maybe he is...?

"Throw him onto the truck and tie him up.."

Casually giving an order, Lin An paused for a second, then got into the truck, ignoring the survivors with various expressions.

After the questioning, the rest was simple.

Inside the Heiyu, Special Events ran rampant; he also needed accurate event information to increase his grasp of passing through the domain.

Yuan Feng... Lianglong...

If the other party voluntarily exchanges the information they each hold, Lin An doesn't mind giving some compensation and passing through peacefully.

But, if they are unwilling...

The convoy met up, then diverged toward the Safe Zone.

Sitting inside the truck cabin, Zhang Tie casually chatted with everyone.

Lin An also occasionally asked a few questions; only Mo Ling, seeming unapproachable, slept clinging to his body.

After being reborn, he actually hadn't had much contact with the survivors.

In the Apocalypse, each war zone has various situations occurring; compared to obtaining information from chat channels, face‑to‑face conversation can yield some special news.

Although everyone was reserved, always seeming wary of them, but as Zhang Tie struck up a familiar conversation, the atmosphere wasn't so tense.

Especially when Zhang Tie pulled out a few chocolates from his pocket and handed them to several elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people, the entire truck cabin instantly filled with grateful voices.

Carefully licking the chocolate given by Xiong Hanzi, people almost forgot how brutal that bald, muscular thug had been before.

Quite a few young people, even summoning their courage, asked Zhang Tie about their experiences.

Besides the convoy's middle‑aged leader sitting silently at the front, unsure what he was thinking.

Other survivors who had something to eat after the ordeal couldn't help but smile.

They had found things like chocolate and candy before.

But they usually couldn't bear to eat them themselves, instead trading them for more filling food.

Powerful Awakened Ones like to carry high‑calorie food, while they just need to fill their stomachs.

Truck cabin corner.

Bound into a bundle, Xiao Fei couldn't help but let out a low groan as he curled up.

Hearing the laughter and chatter inside the truck cabin, his hatred deepened.

He lowered his head and carefully bit a button on the collar; an invisible weak pulse quickly spread toward the Safe Zone.

Unnoticed, he thought no one could detect his pulse, yet Lin An easily captured it.

Some kind of information‑transmitting prop?

Or... what?

But it didn't matter.

Lin An closed his eyes, focused, ignored Xiao Fei's little movements, and poured more of his mind into using the power of the cataclysm.

Some things, only after actual use in battle will you know whether they're good or not.