Chapter 466: The final decency

"The Yama King is invincible!"

Some guy who knew how to read the room suddenly let out a shout, like throwing a piece of ice into a hot but calm pot of oil. Almost everyone followed suit, raising their arms and shouting.

"The Yama King is invincible!"

Having seen zombies tear humans apart with their bare hands, this was the first time seeing a human slaughter zombies with their bare hands; such a victory made everyone feel invigorated.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten that this was a trial for the four thieves...

"Heh!"

Zhang Su took a running start, just like when he entered the arena, and leaped onto the roof of the car again. He turned around and pressed his palms down toward the crowd.

Others didn't know who had started the shouting, but he heard it clearly: the Bright Knight, Fan Dahai...

The scene gradually quieted down. Zhang Su didn't respond to the crowd. After jumping off the car, he walked quietly to the four thieves and gave a wink to Zheng Xin, who was holding a large pile of things.

Zheng Xin understood, and ran to his side with a *thud-thud-thud*.

"Ya, Ya, Yama King... we really know we were wrong, we will never do it again..."

"Cut off my hand, cut off my hand, Yama King, spare my life, I'm willing to do hard labor for half a year, no, a year to atone for my crimes. I'm willing to be a coolie, any dirty or tiring work is fine, just don't kill me."

Watching Zhang Su walk in front of them, the four guys were still begging for mercy with trembling legs. They hadn't expected the bet to be lost so miserably, without any suspense at all. The other side had really only gotten his clothes dirty.

"Cut off the head?"

Zhang Su finally spoke. He rolled up his right sleeve slightly and looked at the four people in front of him with calm eyes.

"Yes, yes, cut off the hand, I'm willing to have my hand cut off, you are all willing, right?"

"Yes, I'm willing!"

"I'm willing!"

Zhang Su revealed a strange smile. He took the sharp dog-leg military knife from Zheng Xin's hand and confirmed again: "All willing to have your heads cut off?"

The four nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"That's good..."

As Zhang Su's voice fell, he stepped forward.

A figure flickered, and a cold light flashed. A residual image swept across the necks of the four people, and not a single drop of blood flowed out...

Squelch...

Only a second later, fresh blood spurted from the necks of the four people, and the smiles of having survived a disaster froze on their cheeks.

Almost everyone at the scene was stunned. Wasn't it agreed to cut off the hands? Ah... so it really was cutting off the heads!

It was just that the blade just now was too stunning. The necks of the four people were not at the same level; how did he manage to cut them all off in one stroke? Many people at the scene couldn't help but touch their own necks, feeling a chill—both physically and psychologically! "You damn... you, you don't keep your word!"

Terror and unwillingness shot from the thin man's eyes. He covered his neck with both hands, but unfortunately, the blood pressure was too high, and he couldn't cover it at all. Fresh blood surged out through his fingers.

"Cutting off the heads is too cruel. I thought I'd leave you a whole corpse, so let the heads stay on the necks."

Zhang Su stood where he was, letting the hot blood spray onto him. He could have dodged, but he didn't want to act like a pretentious sissy.

Let the heads stay on the necks?

The four understood. The other side said "cut off the heads," but they had only said "cut off the hands"! Between regretting and not regretting, the four chose "not regretting"—they should have said "cut off the arms"...

Pfft, pfft, thud... The four fell to the ground one after another, and the hot blood stained the ground. None of them died with their eyes closed; unwillingness was carved into their eyeballs! Among the onlookers at the scene were the women's army of the Satellite Village reserve team. Their ability to accept things was generally low, and they were frightened by the scene before them. Even if it was implementing punishment, sealing four throats with one blade was still very terrifying.

But in the eyes of others, Zhang Su's methods made them feel an inexplicable trust.

Especially those who understood the whole process from beginning to end, they felt that Zhang Su was truly a very wise leader. When reasoning, he laid out evidence to clarify the facts; when it was time to implement punishment, he didn't have the slightest bit of soft-heartedness.

Not only was his leadership commendable, but his combat ability was also stunning. He could be called truly "civil and martial" in the real sense.

In the apocalypse, such a leader is needed!

"The Yama King is wise!"

It was Fan Dahai again, the tall guy like a bamboo pole, shouting with his fist raised.

"The Yama King is wise!"

The people of Civilization Guardian, the Little Eagle Club, the Weather Group, and the Survivor Alliance, even the people of Tianma Island, followed suit.

Yu Wen felt very gratified. The slogan "The Yama King is invincible" was proposed by him, and now everyone had learned to make up new ones. It was really good.

The crowd was in high spirits, but one person was slightly depressed, and that was the person who exposed the matter, Mo Qianlan.

She bit her lip with a guilty look, feeling a bit sad looking at the four corpses in the pool of blood.

"Don't be sad. These guys who refuse to repent would have caused more people to suffer!"

Lu Yubo very keenly sensed Mo Qianlan's state. He hugged her shoulder to comfort her, took out a grain sampler, and walked forward. Without waiting for orders, he skillfully performed a "finishing blow" to prevent the four from turning into zombies.

It could be considered leaving the four with their final decency. According to the habits of some forces after killing, one could wait until they turned into zombies before finishing them off; at least they were fuel, making the best use of everything! Zhang Su closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. The smell of blood entered his nostrils. The crowd's reaction was about the same as the result he had expected. Through super hearing to eavesdrop on news, he knew very well what kind of person everyone hoped would be their leader.

Powerful force is not enough; add meticulous thinking, not enough; add silver-tongued eloquence, not enough; add integrity, still not enough. To combine these high-quality attributes, that is an excellent leader who can gain the recognition and conviction of the crowd.

It's not that one cannot have shortcomings; shortcomings can exist, but they must not conflict with the leader's temperament, or, be slightly concealed...

Zhang Su opened his eyes again and turned to look at one person, and that was Luo Yongzhan. Just now, the number of the Survivor Alliance had not decreased because of the execution of the four thieves, but instead increased by one. Without a doubt, that was Luo Yongzhan, who was standing in the crowd shouting with everyone else at this moment.

Whoosh.

Zhang Su raised the military knife in his hand, blood dripping from his chin. The pose was quite cool.

The crowd stopped shouting and looked quietly at their leader.

"Clean up, time to eat!"

He didn't continue to be impassioned, just four simple words. Afterward, he sheathed the military knife and walked toward Little Lucky.

Walking through the crowd all the way, Zhang Su could feel the burning gazes. The subsequent cleanup work didn't need him to do it, and didn't even need him to give orders; naturally, there would be people fighting to handle it!

Half an hour later, a dozen large pots were opened one after another, and the fragrant stewed pork with potatoes and vermicelli was ready.

Tianma Island didn't have enough tableware, so they temporarily took bowls and chopsticks from the Satellite Village. The restaurant of Little Lucky Homestay naturally couldn't hold over a hundred people, so they arranged for other homestay restaurants, but no one went. Everyone crowded into Little Lucky. Even if they were holding bowls and standing in the courtyard to eat, they didn't want to leave, because the big shots were all here—it was lively! More than a hundred people gathered together, and the atmosphere was naturally not the feeling of a home-cooked meal for the core members of Tianma Island. Even with eight people per table, they could set up twenty tables. The atmosphere was enthusiastic, full of laughter.

Zhang Su wiped the blood stains off his face, changed into a new set of clothes—a brown wool sweater, symbolizing stability and strength—and sat in the restaurant, eating heartily.

The way of hospitality nowadays was different from before. The Yama Legion sat in the restaurant as a matter of course. There were more than twenty seats left, and some personnel from Tianma Island who hadn't joined the Yama Legion took a portion, leaving eleven or twelve seats for the original leaders of several forces.

During the meal, there was no discussion about any topics related to the development of the forces. Zhang Su buried his head in eating, and the others could chat about romance if they liked, or gossip if they preferred. He just kept a smile and remained silent.

Everything in the apocalypse was done quickly, including eating. Under the "wind-swept clouds" (devouring) speed, a pig, two hundred catties of potatoes, and thirty catties of dried vermicelli were basically wiped out, leaving only half a pot at the end.

According to Liu Yao, they really couldn't eat anymore, otherwise they wouldn't have left any. Fresh meat hadn't been eaten for several months; it was too rare! (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 467 =====