Chapter 441: Yanluowang Moves (End of Month, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

"A bomb that turns corpses into zombies!?"

Upon hearing the term "zombie bomb," Liu Yao and Yang Xinqi were utterly stunned; this horrific, evil bio-weapon was incomparable to any conventional firearm, exerting immense psychological pressure.

Their initial reaction was disbelief, but when they exchanged glances, each saw the same signal in the other's eyes: better to believe it than risk ignoring it. Gong Chengming seemed utterly unconcerned that Liao Youzhi had broken free from his grasp; upon hearing the man openly reveal his secret, he loudly addressed everyone: "Did you all hear that? Look at Liao Youzhi's treacherous ambition—he's creating bio-weapons to drag us all to our deaths! Such a man is terrifying. I regret ever trusting him!"

"I always thought he could lead our brothers to survive the apocalypse, guiding the Survivors' Alliance toward strength—but his soul is corrupt. He cares only for power, for how many women lie in his bed, for recruiting powerful warriors as his tools, holding in his hands a weapon capable of slaughtering tens of thousands. Will you still follow such a man?"

Gong Chengming's incitement had little effect; only a few from the Vanguard Team's First Squad responded. This surprised him, so he shouted again toward Tianmayu—but still received no reply.

"Hahahaha! Brother Gong, you've utterly underestimated fear's power to intimidate and control. I control the flame zombies. I control the zombie bombs. Everyone knows who's truly powerful. In this world of survival of the fittest, people still prefer to follow the strong! Hahahaha!"

Liao Youzhi's laugh, muffled beneath his mask, was heavy yet dripping with arrogance—he demonstrated to all what it meant to be utterly fearless.

The atmosphere froze again. Many held guns, but no one dared fire the first shot. Everyone knew: pull the trigger, and blood would flood the ground—no one would escape unscathed.

After surviving a hundred brutal days in the apocalypse, feeling death's breath on their necks, having faced zombies lunging at their faces, they'd finally joined a relatively stable faction and now lived decently. No one wanted to ignite this war.

Who could have imagined Liao Youzhi would be so insane that even in death, he'd drag countless others down with him? He's pure evil—four villains combined couldn't even clean his shoes!

But Gong Chengming had his own problems: he kept such vital intelligence to himself, made zero preparations, and dragged everyone into this mess without warning—he's a sneaky bastard! At any time, someone will always resist…

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Liu Yao suddenly shouted: "Liao Youzhi, you bastard—you've created a weapon that erases humanity itself, and you still expect people to trust you? Dream on! My Hawk Clan is the first to defy you—but I make this clear: I don't support Gong Chengming. I simply refuse to accept you, Liao Youzhi!"

"Liu Officer is right. The Tianqi Corps swear to fight evil to the death. You threaten us with zombie bombs? You're a walking zombie!"

Yang Xinqi followed immediately, angrily denouncing Liao Youzhi—rarely had he aligned with the Hawk Clan.

This isn't about strength—it's about uncontrollable risk! Today Liao Youzhi uses his heartbeat to bind the bomb as his final card to threaten everyone; tomorrow he might launch a zombie bomb attack. Anything could happen! The best solution is to unite and eradicate this poison.

Though their slogans rang loud, neither the Hawk Clan nor the Tianqi Corps made any move to attack—they seemed merely to declare their resolve.

"Stubborn fools, hmph!"

Liao Youzhi sneered, then raised a finger and shouted: "Sanhe, give them a lesson!"

Upon hearing the order, most present shrank back—they knew Liao Youzhi was instructing the man controlling the flame zombies.

But the expected movement of the cargo container never came. The flame zombie remained still, facing them, silent.

"Sanhe's gone. But Yanluowang is here!"

As Liao Youzhi stared in shock, a familiar yet alien voice rang out from the cargo truck. Simultaneously, a limp corpse was tossed from behind the container—plop—it landed on the ground, a fresh crimson wound bleeding at its neck, life long gone.

It was Jiang Sanhe, who had sat in the truck's cab. As for Yanluowang, who had killed him, he now sat in the driver's seat, gripping a steel chain that passed through the truck's body into the container. At the chain's end hung a password lock. He stared at the numbers embedded on it… "Zhang Su!?"

Liao Youzhi instantly recognized the voice's owner. He roared the name with a breath from his dantian, teeth nearly grinding to dust. One shock after another wasn't enough—another came. This time, not only the Hawk Clan and Tianqi Corps were confused—even many from the Survivors' Alliance were stunned.

Zhang Su…

They knew that was the leader of Tianmayu's name—but wasn't Zhang Su standing calmly two hundred meters away, watching the spectacle?

How did he get here? How did he kill Jiang Sanhe, who controlled the flame zombie? The answer could only be one…

The man speaking over there is an impostor! "Fool! You don't even know what my big brother looks like, yet you dare come here causing trouble? You've got the guts of a bear and a leopard! Hahahaha…"

Zhao Dezhu heard Liao Youzhi's furious cry of "Zhang Su!" and knew his brother had made his entrance. He immediately opened his mic to mock and provoke, urging those around him to laugh along.

Laughter didn't vanish—it simply shifted from Liao Youzhi's face to the Yanluo Army's.

"Hahahaha!"

Gong Chengming joined in the laughter. He didn't turn his head, keeping his eyes locked on Liao Youzhi, yet spoke to Zhang Su: "Mr. Zhang, it's been too long since we parted. You truly possess extraordinary methods—I'm utterly astonished!"

"Liao Youzhi, it's over. If you don't want countless others to die with you, surrender now!"

Yet, in response to Gong Chengming's warm greeting, Zhang Su said nothing.

This man's series of actions made him feel manipulated—he saw Zhang Su not as an ally, as Xiao Xuejian had claimed, but as a pawn. This man's cruelty rivaled Liao Youzhi's!

He paled beside Wang Xin, who risked his life to warn him.

This odd behavior made Gong Chengming's heart drop. Without knowing why, he spun around to look at the truck bed holding the speakers—Li Zongkai was already gone. This discovery sank his spirits further.

"Yanluowang… that's the name you gave yourself, isn't it?"

Liao Youzhi didn't roar in fury as before. Facing Zhang Su, he grew calm—as if only an equal deserved his composed words. Gong Chengming wasn't even worthy.

"Correct!" Zhang Su listened intently to the outside, then replied: "I am the leader of Tianmayu, Yanluowang. My force is the Yanluo Army. Since the moment you set your sights on Tianmayu, your death date was already written in the Book of Life and Death!"

"Hah! A fine Yanluowang. But your brain is truly dim! You think controlling the flame zombie turns the tide? Do you have the password? Can you even activate the attack?"

A line of black sweat formed on Zhang Su's forehead. He knew the chain was the key to controlling the flame zombie—but he couldn't budge it. He didn't need to guess: it had to be tied to the password lock. But he didn't know the code…

"You're such a damn problem child, I—"

Mid-sentence, Zhang Su caught movement in his peripheral vision—a figure: Li Zongkai! The chairman was waving his hands frantically, like someone playing rock-paper-scissors in a bar: "Five heads! Six six six! Seven horses!"

(End of Chapter)