Chapter 73 Clearing the zombies in the corridor, I can do it all by myself.

"Let's begin." Su Ze nodded.

Liu Yuanfang immediately turned around and growled at the sisters behind her.

"Did you all hear that? According to yesterday's groups, five people per group! throwing group, passing group, get into position! Fast!"

Compared to yesterday's chaotic crying, today's scene was completely different.

Not a single girl screamed; instead, there were low shouts of suppressed tension and the sound of rapid footsteps.

They quickly split into six small groups; some rushed to the "ammunition pile," while others stood behind, ready to relay the materials.

The entire process was orderly; clearly, yesterday's experience had caused them to grow a lot.

Su Ze walked with them to the end of the corridor, still leaning against the wall in a relaxed posture.

Taking out a large pile of Iron Material, the girls all got ready.

"Smash!"

Following Liu Yuanfang's command, the first wave of Iron Material flew toward the group of dormant zombies at the other end of the corridor with the sound of whistling wind!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Dull impact sounds rang out one after another!

"Roar—!"

The startled zombies let out angry roars, their crimson eyes instantly locking onto the living people here as they surged over frantically.

"Steady! Don't panic! Aim before you throw! Conserve your Stamina!"

Liu Yuanfang commanded loudly in a raspy voice; her voice became the backbone for all the girls.

These girls had been so scared their legs went soft yesterday.

Today, however, they could already maintain a stoic face, throwing the "weapons" in their hands mechanically and accurately.

They knew that the man behind them was their strongest support.

As long as he was there, the ammunition was endless.

Half an hour later.

When the last zombie's head was smashed to a pulp by a piece of Iron Material and vanished into points of light,

The entire fourth-floor corridor returned to a deathly silence once again.

An indescribable stench filled the air, and the floor was covered in black bloodstains and scattered iron chunks.

The girls collapsed on the ground one by one, gasping for breath.

Sweat soaked their clothes, but their faces no longer held yesterday's fear; instead, there was a hint of excitement after exhaustion.

They had survived, and this time they hadn't relied on Su Ze taking action.

Su Ze didn't pay them any mind and walked straight past.

He walked slowly down the corridor where the corpses had vanished.

[copper coins +2]

[copper coins +2]

[copper coins +2]

...

He didn't even need to pick them up manually; the copper coins scattered on the ground seemed to be drawn by some kind of attraction, turning into streaks of golden light and automatically merging into his body.

This scene left the girls sitting on the ground in the distance dumbfounded.

"That... what is that?"

"The copper coins... are flying over on their own?"

"Oh my god, the big shot really is a big shot..."

Jiang Yuwan and the other three girls also came out of the Dormitory; they were responsible for re-collecting the Iron Material scattered everywhere.

By the time Su Ze finished his lap and returned, his panel already showed an additional one thousand three hundred and eighty copper coins.

A total of six hundred and ninety zombies.

Just then, a commotion came from the stairwell.

Many players who had heard the noise cautiously came down from upstairs.

When they saw the fourth-floor corridor cleared so cleanly, everyone was shocked.

And when they saw the thirty-odd girls sitting on the ground, looking disheveled but with bright eyes, and that mountain of Iron Material...

"So... so that's how it's cleared..."

"My god, infinite Iron Material, then find a group of people to act as long-range turrets... this actually works?"

"It doesn't just work, it's genius! Look at this corridor, not a single zombie left!"

Bursts of low exclamations and discussions broke out among the crowd.

The expressions with which they looked at Su Ze were full of shock and realization.

So this was the truth behind the "clearing business."

The same thought popped into many people's minds: could they also imitate this?

But a second later, they dismissed the idea with bitter smiles.

Setting aside where they would find so much Iron Material,

Even if they had it, would they dare to hand over a massive amount of their own Iron Material to other players like Su Ze did?

"So, the fourth floor was also cleared like this yesterday?"

"Probably..."

"Then our floor... are they going to clear it too? Our floor hasn't been cleared yet, there are at least a thousand zombies, can they do it?"

The discussions weren't loud, but they clearly reached the ears of Liu Yuanfang and the others.

The faces of many girls instantly paled a bit more.

Go to other floors?

Face a tide of corpses double in size?

Just thinking about it made their legs feel weak.

But they said nothing, only subconsciously looking at the back of the man who was directing people to recover the Iron Material.

As long as this man was there, they seemed to have a pillar of support.

Soon, Jiang Yuwan and the others finished collecting the Iron Material and began presiding over the trades.

A long line formed at the door again.

Su Ze didn't bother with the business matters; he told Liu Yuanfang and the others to "rest where you are and keep an eye on them," then turned and went upstairs alone.

Eighth Floor, Dormitory 811.

When Su Ze's figure appeared at the end of the corridor, Xu Feng and the others had already numbly opened the door.

No nonsense, same process, same formula.

Under Su Ze's "supervision," the fourteen men once again turned into heartless throwing machines, clearing the six hundred-plus zombies that had newly spawned on the Eighth Floor until not one was left.

Su Ze still took all the copper coins, not leaving them a single cent.

"Tomorrow morning at eight, continue."

Leaving behind the exact same words as yesterday, he turned and left.

Leaving behind a group of men exhausted like dead dogs.

...

Su Ze didn't return to his Dormitory; he found an empty classroom and locked the door.

He needed rest.

Even with a Stamina value as high as 21 points, continuous high-intensity combat and mental concentration had left him feeling fatigued.

Two hours later, Su Ze woke up and contacted Jiang Yuwan.

[Private Chat · Su Ze: Which floor paid the most?]

[Private Chat · Jiang Yuwan: The 10th floor. A total of ninety-seven dormitories paid, totaling 194 copper coins.]

[Private Chat · Jiang Yuwan: Are you planning to have Liu Yuanfang and the others go over now? The zombie density on the 10th floor is very high; they might suffer casualties.]

[Private Chat · Su Ze: Let them continue resting, there's other work tonight. I'll handle the 10th floor.]

Jiang Yuwan went silent for a few seconds on the other end.

[Private Chat · Jiang Yuwan: Okay.]

She didn't ask further, assuming Su Ze had found more "laborers" like those on the Eighth Floor.

Ending the communication, Su Ze stretched his muscles and stood up, walking toward the Dormitory building.

...

At the entrance to the tenth-floor corridor, a dozen players had already gathered.

They were all landlords or tenants of the 10th floor; seeing Su Ze walk up, their eyes instantly lit up.

The siblings Qiao Yunge and Qiao Yunfeng were also in the crowd, though their expressions were quite different.

"God Su! You're finally here! We've been waiting for you!" A player greeted him with an excited face.

"Yes, God Su, we're all ready. Where is your army of ladies? When will they arrive? How do you need us to cooperate?"

Another player also approached, full of expectation.

"Yes, yes, we've all heard, long-range throwing, hitting wherever you point!"

Everyone was talking at once, their eyes constantly glancing behind Su Ze, seemingly looking for that "throwing brigade" that was being widely discussed on the public channel.

Listening to them call him "God Su" one after another and seeing their flattering faces, Qiao Yunfeng felt a surge of disdain.

He crossed his arms and snorted coldly to his sister beside him: "Hmph, only knows how to order a group of women around, what kind of skill is that?"

His words were contemptuous, but his mind uncontrollably flashed back to the scene of Su Ze slaughtering several zombies with one spear and then walking over calmly.

That inhuman strength formed a sharp contrast with his current contempt,

causing a trace of shock and awe, which even he didn't want to admit, to be hidden deep beneath his undisguised hostility.

Qiao Yunge ignored her brother's grumbling.

Her gaze was locked tightly on Su Ze, her eyes complex.

In her mind, she couldn't help but recall that midnight, the back of the man who strolled through the corpse crowd to get explosives and then turned to plunge into the endless darkness.

However, everyone soon noticed something was wrong.

Behind Su Ze, it was completely empty.

"Um... God Su..." a player finally couldn't help but ask cautiously, "You... came alone?"

"Alone? Has he gone mad?" Qiao Yunfeng was first stunned, then a trace of undisguised confusion appeared on his face.

Qiao Yunge, however, subconsciously held her breath, her beautiful eyes staring at Su Ze without blinking.

Su Ze simply reached out.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, a long spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He weighed the spear and then cast his gaze toward the dense, sleeping crowd of corpses deep in the corridor.

"Just a bunch of dormant zombies."

He turned his head and looked at the completely dumbfounded crowd, his tone as flat as if he were stating a trivial matter.

"No need for so many people."

"Me alone, is enough."