Chapter 491: Who Said I

The death of his companion dealt a massive psychological blow to Xiao Ya; he had heard the Tianqi Corps rarely killed people, but seeing it with his own eyes proved it was all bullshit.

"So are you going to talk now, or join that guy in meeting God?"

Yang Xinqi seized the moment, pressing a long dagger against Xiao Ya's neck.

"I'll tell, I'll tell… I'll say everything, don't kill me, please, I can guide you."

Xiao Ya felt the cold metal against his neck; a warm trickle seeped into his pants—he actually pissed himself from the threat of death.

"Same camp, assigned to the same mission, yet their personalities are so wildly different… how even?"

Zhang Su and the others approached Yang Xinqi; seeing the yellow stain spreading beneath Xiao Ya's crotch, Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but sigh.

Liu Yao shook his head with a strange expression: "That's the normal human reaction…"

"Correct." Zhang Su nodded. "Before death, surrendering is the norm. What you saw earlier was…"

"A freak!"

Before Zhang Su could finish, Zhao Dezhu cut in, frustrated—he thought he might extract something useful, but got nothing, leaving him deflated.

"Brother Zhu, I think you've been softened by Miss Qing's gentle embrace—you've lost your fish-killing heart, hahaha."

Wang Xin mercilessly mocked Zhao Dezhu.

"You didn't say a word earlier, now you're laughing at me!"

Zhao Dezhu glared angrily at Wang Xin.

"Boss Zhang already said we'd get nothing out of him, so why waste effort? Heh, if you ask me, just give him a quick death!"

"Zhu, you're not without merit—your final move scared the shit out of him. Look how quickly he confessed."

They had walked only forty or fifty meters; watching Xiao Ya's mouth rattle on like a machine gun, it seemed he'd spilled everything he knew.

"Tell us, what are you planning to do with that truck full of zombies?"

"That truck… those zombies… our boss recently came up with them as a symbol of absolute justice. Wherever absolute justice takes control, we leave a hundred zombies with crosses painted on their foreheads…"

"Why are all of you absolute justice types so twisted? Is there even one normal person among you?"

Zhang Su stepped closer, speechless. "Who the hell comes up with such bullshit symbols?"

"I am, brothers! I'm a perfectly normal guy! Please spare me—I'll lead you to rescue your Tianqi Corps brothers, okay?"

Xiao Ya knelt on the ground, palms pressed together in pleading.

Zhang Su stepped forward, thoughtful. "I believe you're normal—but why do you need to lead us to rescue them? What's the reason?"

"Because… because I know the way. The West Ring Road has traps. With me guiding you, you won't trigger them—I guarantee you'll rescue your brothers safely. Let's leave now—we can catch up to the main group within ten minutes. The Tianqi Corps are walking; they're slow!"

Xiao Ya's eyes darted wildly, his face brimming with confidence as he volunteered—unaware his story was riddled with holes.

"You seem useful."

Zhang Su clicked his tongue, then remembered something. "Earlier, the one you let go, Cao Duoliang, said you killed several of our Auto Park brothers. Where are their bodies?"

At the Auto Park, bloodstains were visible—but no bodies.

Hearing the question, Xiao Ya's face went pale and dry. He stammered: "Bodies… we took them away…"

"What the fuck… why did you take the bodies?"

Yang Xinqi's temper flared; he grabbed Xiao Ya by the collar and demanded.

Xiao Ya hurriedly explained: "I didn't suggest it! It was our boss, Ding Wei—he said any enemy—no, survivor—we kill outside must have their bodies brought back, then… buried. Yes, properly buried!"

"Buried? You'd have that much mercy?"

Yang Xinqi didn't believe a word. He raised his hand and slapped Xiao Ya hard—given this freak's psychology, he couldn't imagine the bodies of his own men would be treated kindly.

Crack! The sharp slap split Xiao Ya's lip, drawing blood.

"Brothers, please, let me take you to rescue them now—don't waste time!"

Xiao Ya pleaded desperately.

"True, rescuing them matters more. Lao Yang, let him go."

Zhang Su walked over and patted Yang Xinqi's shoulder.

"Yes, yes, spare… uh!"

Just as Xiao Ya's face lit up with relief, a flash of light—his chest tightened. He looked down: a rough steel rod had pierced straight through his heart.

"Why… why? You said… spare…"

The relief hadn't left Xiao Ya's face before disbelief flooded his eyes. They'd said they'd spare him… wait, no—they'd said they'd put him down…

"You killed my brothers. Don't you think you owe them your life? Don't rush to the underworld—you'll have plenty of absolute justice followers joining you soon!"

Pfft!

Zhang Su kicked Xiao Ya's shoulder, yanking the steel rod free—followed by a spray of arterial blood.

Around fifty people wore expressions of excitement. Following a boss like this was exhilarating—every move showed decisive ruthlessness, flawless!

Thud…

As the steel rod pulled from his heart, all strength drained from Xiao Ya, his eyes wide open, unblinking in death.

"Did you notice it too?"

Ju Wuying stepped beside Zhang Su, whispering like a mosquito, her eyes filled with envy.

Zhang Su casually wiped the steel rod on Xiao Ya's clothes. "Notice what?"

Ju Wuying's envy faded as she looked at the corpse. "He was full of deceit, plotting treachery."

"Oh… that? I figured that out myself—not with Ju's secret technique…"

Zhang Su sighed helplessly. His progress with secret techniques was nonexistent—he had no idea how long he'd need to train to match Ju Wuying.

"Boss Zhang, his story matches Cao Duoliang's. Absolute Justice really doesn't have many weapons. What's the plan?"

Yang Xinqi's mood lifted—he was relieved to learn his brothers were merely taken, not dead. As long as they lived, there was still time.

"What's the plan? Obviously, we rescue them. Are we supposed to deliver them as gifts to Absolute Justice? But this guy's slippery—his words aren't fully trustworthy. We still need to prepare."

Zhang Su wouldn't let this go even without Yang Xinqi's urging—it was tied to his challenge mission. But something still puzzled him. He frowned, scanning the surroundings. "Lao Yang, didn't you post sentries? Are all your men captured?"

"Sentries… uh, we did have some…"

At the mention of sentries, Yang Xinqi hesitated, then pointed to the northeast and southeast corners of the Auto Park. "We posted men there, watching the main road."

Pfft…

Liu Yao couldn't hold back a laugh, realized the awkwardness, and coughed quickly as he stepped aside.

Zhang Su stared blankly at the embarrassed Yang Xinqi. "I'm not saying this to mock you… Lao Yang, do you really believe God will save you? From one sentry post to the other, it's barely three or four hundred meters. How far can you see from there? Are you kidding?"

Zhang Su had initially thought some Tianqi Corps survivors might still be hiding nearby, ready to join them. Now he realized—they'd all been wiped out.

"I'll remember… next time, move the sentry posts farther out."

Yang Xinqi accepted the criticism humbly.

"Let's go, let's go—enough of this!"

Zhang Su waved to the group. The container truck full of zombies remained untouched in the Auto Park. Everyone boarded their original vehicles and filed out.

(End of Chapter)