Chapter 167 Interrogation, The Alienation of the Tower Players

Su Ze watched Wang Meng and Xu Feng each lead their teams away, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't say anything more on the Public Channel, but instead opened a private chat with Wang Meng.

[4th Floor - 404 - Su Ze (Room Owner): Find an enclosed place where zombies are dormant and take them there.]

[4th Floor - 404 - Su Ze (Room Owner): Find a way to make them talk. I want to know the situation at Taoyuan Residential Area, who the leader is, how strong they are, and how many people there are.]

Wang Meng replied almost instantly.

[3rd Floor-333-Wang Meng (Room Owner): Hehe, Boss, I understand! I guarantee I'll get everything they know out of them, down to the color of their underwear!]

Su Ze closed the chat window and leaned back against the headboard, perfectly at ease.

He wasn't in a hurry.

Since the other party sent scouts, it meant they knew nothing about his side and were wary.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent these old, weak, sick, and disabled people to put on a show; they would have directly launched a full-scale invasion.

...

At the entrance of Jinghai University.

Wang Meng cursed and chased away the other 'ill-intentioned' leaders, then turned around and impatiently opened the side gate of the school.

"Alright, alright, stop your damn wailing, get in first!"

He roared at the group of 'refugees': "Look at your poor, pathetic selves, not much meat on your bones. I'm feeling charitable today, so I'll find you a place to stay first!"

The leading old man immediately expressed profuse thanks and led a group of people through the side gate in single file.

Among the crowd, several young people with lowered heads exchanged glances, seeing a hint of success in each other's eyes.

The plan was going smoothly.

Wang Meng lazily led the way, taking these twenty-odd people past the Dormitory Building and directly towards the Teaching Building at the back.

"Little brother, where are we going? Not to the Dormitory Building?" The old man followed behind, asking cautiously.

"Nonsense!" Wang Meng cursed without turning his head, "Is the Dormitory Building a place you can enter? My bed is precious! I'll take you to the Teaching Building for one night, and tomorrow you all get the hell out!"

His tone was crude, his attitude terrible, perfectly fitting the image of a bandit king who occupied a mountain.

This made the young people even more relieved.

Soon, Wang Meng led them to a Teaching Building.

"This is it, everyone in!"

Wang Meng pointed to a large lecture hall on the First Floor, urging them gruffly.

The crowd didn't think much of it, assuming they had found a temporary resting place, and filed in.

But when they saw the scene inside the classroom, everyone's faces instantly turned pale!

Dozens of zombies lay scattered across the spacious classroom!

Even though they were in dormancy, it still made their hearts sink.

"B...Brother, wha...what does this mean?" The leading old man's voice trembled, his smile uglier than a cry.

"Bang!"

Wang Meng slammed the classroom door shut with a backhand and then locked it.

He turned, leaned against the door, and slowly pulled out a bottle of zombie serum from his In my arms.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

As soon as the bottle appeared, the pupils of several young people in the group suddenly contracted!

A zombie serum that grants permanent immunity to the zombie virus!

They knew the value of this item all too well!

This item was only available to a very small number of players in Taoyuan Residential Area. By the time players who accumulated copper coins slowly opened the Survival Mall, the zombie serum had already been bought up!

Many players even bought a lot of zombie serum in advance and then resold it at double the price!

This also led to even fewer players obtaining zombie serum.

Seeing their expressions, Wang Meng's smile grew even more cruel.

"I'll give you one minute to prepare."

"After one minute, I'll make some noise and wake up all these 'good students'."

He shook the serum in his hand and continued slowly.

"There's only one of these things."

"Whoever speaks first and says something I want to hear, it's theirs."

"As for the others... don't blame me for not warning you if you get bitten, I don't have any extra serum here."

"You should know what to say, right?"

The moment his words fell, the entire classroom was deathly silent.

The fear and panic on the faces of the twenty-odd 'refugees' instantly froze, replaced by intense struggle and hesitation.

Several young people were breathing rapidly, staring intently at the serum in Wang Meng's hand, their greed almost overflowing from their eyes.

Finally, the most agile-looking young man could no longer hold back. He suddenly stepped forward and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I'll tell you! I'll confess everything! It was our Brother Long who sent us!"

"Whoosh!"

His outburst was like pushing over the first domino.

"I'll tell you too! I know more than him! I know all of Brother Long's plans!"

"I was first! I spoke first! Brother Long sent us to scout out your situation and then coordinate from inside and out!"

"I know where Brother Long hides his supplies!"

In an instant, the entire classroom turned into chaos, everyone scrambling to speak, afraid of being a step too late.

Watching this comical scene, Wang Meng frowned and suddenly struck the iron door with an iron rod.

"Clang!"

The piercing metallic clang silenced everyone.

"Silence!"

Wang Meng's cold gaze swept over the crowd, and he snorted disdainfully.

"Since you all want to talk, then one by one."

He shouted towards the door: "Brothers, come in and take them!"

The classroom door opened, and a dozen burly men filed in, glaring fiercely at these infiltrators.

"Each of you take one, lead them to different rooms, and have them write down everything they know!"

"Remember, whoever confesses the clearest and most detailed will live and get this tube of serum."

Wang Meng paused, his eyes turning extremely cold.

"But if... anyone dares to say half a lie, or if it doesn't match what others say... then I'm sorry, the zombies outside must have been hungry for a long time."

As soon as these words were uttered, the faces of those young people who had originally intended to play smart instantly turned pale, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down their foreheads.

...

At the same time.

At the entrance of the Global Financial Center building.

Xu Feng led a small team and encountered a similar situation.

A group of old, weak, women, and children, also claiming to be from Taoyuan Residential Area, were kneeling in front of the building, pleading bitterly.

But unlike the 'enthusiasm' at Jinghai University, the glass skyscraper that pierced the clouds gave no response.

Even when someone tried to approach.

A rusty dagger flew down from above, landing directly on the ground in front of them, a clear warning.

Xu Feng exchanged glances with his brothers beside him, ignoring the 'refugees'.

He stepped forward, adjusted his collar, cupped his fists towards the building, and announced loudly:

"I am Xu Feng, one of the leaders of the largest survivor faction at Jinghai University!"

"Now that the apocalypse has descended and dangers lurk everywhere, we survivors should unite and help each other to overcome these difficulties!"

"I come for the survival of us low-level players, specifically to visit, hoping to meet friends inside the building and discuss a grand plan for survival. May I have an audience?"

His voice was strong, full of righteousness, and seemed very sincere.

However, his response was a long silence.

Just as Xu Feng thought the other party wouldn't respond and was about to say something else,

A cold, emotionless electronic synthesized voice came through the loudspeakers on the building's exterior wall.

"No alliances."

"Please leave."