19: The Death of the Flower Thief

Little Security Guard flashed his well-developed eight-pack abs.

"Heh, I'm made of iron. Never mind a dozen or so, even a few hundred, or a few thousand, I can take them all on."

The beauties all wore infatuated expressions and couldn't help but cheer.

Serving those bloated, greedy bosses in the past was only for the sake of money.

But now, seeing Little Security Guard's looks and physique, this was genuine liking from the bottom of their hearts.

In the eyes of Stripped Bare, the beauties' cheers were an offense against him.

The beauties should only submit to him; how could they have divided loyalties?

It seemed he had to kill this brat to win back the beauties' hearts.

Stripped Bare waved the axe in his hand: "Fine, I see you prefer the hard way over the easy way."

"You cheated just now and relied on luck to kill two of our men."

"Do you really think I can't beat you?"

Little Security Guard raised his long spear, pointing it at Stripped Bare.

"Then—just give it a try!"

A zombie's head was still skewered on the spear; it seemed this guy wanted to use the zombie's poison against him again!

His underlings blindly cheered him on: "Boss, kill him!"

"Let them know how powerful we are!"

Everyone wanted the boss to go first so they could ride his coattails and take advantage of the situation.

Even if the boss died, they could always just run away.

Stripped Bare was all too familiar with his underlings; if they encountered a rookie, they would all attack together to show brotherly love.

But if they really encountered an expert, they would just talk big, and no one would be willing to go first.

"Fine! Let's see if your body is tougher, or the axe in my hand!"

"Everyone, for the sake of our women, attack together!"

The underlings understood in a second. Damn, the boss was still a coward; he didn't dare to attack alone!

Now the boss was forcing them to go out together. The arrow was on the string; if they didn't kill this person, they would all be finished.

And the beauties they had just gotten their hands on wouldn't be theirs to keep either.

The group of people came charging over with a chaotic clamor.

Little Security Guard smiled slightly, quietly watching this bunch of losers come to deliver their own heads.

The beauties were alarmed. What was wrong with Big Brother? Was he waiting for them to kill him?

Just as the crowd approached, Little Security Guard suddenly acted like he was performing a shamanistic dance, grabbing at the Void Realm, muttering incantations.

"Haha, I have summoned ghosts and gods to help me! Just wait to die!"

Stripped Bare: "Stop your fucking ghost-playing..."

Before he could finish, the underling running in the front suddenly froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.

After a pause of a second or two, he fell to the ground.

Then, underlings kept falling to the ground one after another.

Only then did Stripped Bare see clearly that ice throwing knives had inexplicably appeared in the air, striking his underlings.

If he hadn't looked closely, he wouldn't have been able to tell what kind of weapon had killed his underlings at all.

Could this brat really get ghosts and gods to help him and kill people with ice throwing knives?

The underlings fell one by one, lying strewn about.

Stripped Bare had been standing at the front, but he had charged at the very back.

In the end, only he remained, a commander with no troops.

Little Security Guard mocked: "Hmph! Letting your underlings charge in the front while you hide in the back to save your own life—what kind of hero is that?"

Stripped Bare's legs trembled, and a large patch of his pants was soaked with urine.

Could this person really summon ghosts and gods?

This wasn't scientific!

But everything before his eyes was hard to explain.

"What are you, a human or a ghost?"

"What business is it of yours whether I'm a human or a ghost!"

With a "whoosh," an ice throwing knife pierced through his body.

Stripped Bare spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hmph! If I die, my good brother will come to avenge me."

Little Security Guard looked at him with disdain and sneered: "You still have a brother? What is his name?"

Stripped Bare used his last breath: "His name is Walks Naked, he will peel your skin off..."

Little Security Guard grabbed his long spear and thrust it down from above.

The long spear pierced through his mouth, through his head, and drove straight into the ground.

"Damn it, you're about to die, and you're still so arrogant!"

The beauties were overjoyed and all gathered around.

"I'm so scared! Brother Security Guard."

The beauties all thought they had seen a ghost!

It was a ghost killing people!

The women vied to seek protection.

They all surrounded Little Security Guard.

Little Security Guard pinched this beauty's cheek, that little beauty's nose...

Little Security Guard comforted each beauty one by one.

"Everyone, don't be afraid! The ghost has been driven away by me."

The beauties received Little Security Guard's comfort, their inner fear gradually dissipated, and only then did they slowly let go.

Little Security Guard was satisfied; this time he checked the beauties' files.

"Name: Zhao Feiyan."

"Age: 18."

"Identity: Campus Belle of Changning Dance Academy, Head of the Mingyue Song and Dance Troupe."

"Height: 172 cm."

"Weight: 50 kg."

"Beauty Score: 97."

Wow, this woman was in the Vanity Fair, serving distinguished guests of the Li Group all year round.

Unexpectedly, she remained untainted by the mud!

Little Security Guard kindly pulled Zhao Feiyan into his arms to offer special comfort.

"Are you still scared now?"

Zhao Feiyan's expression gradually returned to calm.

"I was very scared before, scared of zombies, scared of bad guys, scared of ghosts. But seeing how mighty you are, Brother, Feiyan isn't scared anymore."

Little Security Guard used his index finger to lift her chin.

"I heard you are the top performer of the Mingyue Song and Dance Troupe, specializing in entertaining distinguished guests?"

Zhao Feiyan was surprised.

"Who said that? Brother, don't listen to outsiders' rumors."

"We girls sell our skills, not our bodies."

"If we wanted to take advantage of work opportunities to catch a wealthy husband, that's just human nature."

"As for sleeping with clients, that's impossible."

So that was how it was.

It seemed this group of beauties was all for his benefit!

Little Security Guard checked the other beauties' files.

They were all beautiful models, either able to sing or good at dancing.

Their beauty scores were all between 90 and 95.

Little Security Guard said: "I want to take all of you beauties in."

"Those willing to follow me, I will provide you with food and safety."

"Those unwilling to follow me, stay here and fend for yourselves."

"Whether to go or stay, choose for yourselves!"

The beauties all knew clearly that they had been hungry for several days and were exhausted.

If they stayed here, they would certainly die.

If they followed the security guard, at least there was a way to survive.

He was handsome, could provide food and shelter, and could fight and kill. In the Apocalypse, wasn't that like being in a wealthy, powerful family?

Zhao Feiyan was the first to express her stance: "Brother, I am willing to follow you."

The beauties all answered together: "Brother, we are all willing to follow you."

Little Security Guard nodded, his face blooming with a smile.

A weak voice came from the ground.

"Brother, let me follow you too!"

Everyone looked and saw it was a beautiful waitress.

Just now in the chaos, she had been slashed by the thugs.

Large amounts of blood had stained her body red.

Little Security Guard frowned and checked her file.

"Eighteen thousand plus times."

Damn, the other beauties were all keeping themselves chaste, but you, this person, had you been sneaking around so much in secret?

"Sorry, I won't take you. You stay here and fend for yourself!"

The woman's face showed fear, and she roared: "Why? You took so many ugly freaks, why won't you take me, a super beautiful woman?"

"Do I not look as good as those crooked melons and cracked dates?"

"My skills are ten thousand times better than these brainless women!"

Little Security Guard: "You are 18, and you have already been with people nearly twenty thousand times. I dare not take you!"

The beauty was shocked. Damn, this was my core secret. You just met me once, how did you know?

Are you a Divine Being who can tell fortunes?

She hurriedly pleaded for help: "Good sisters, beautiful ladies, for the sake of our sisterly bond, please beg this brother to save me!"

The sisters chattered: "Hmph! Save you? You competed with Sister Zhao Feiyan for the top spot every day, acting one way to her face and another behind her back, tripping her up, snitching, spreading rumors... Do you deserve to follow Brother?"

"Competing openly is understandable; using underhanded tactics is unforgivable."

"Who told you to always flirt with rich second-generation heirs behind our backs? You made the outside world think our dance troupe was a brothel!"

"This time it's divine retribution, don't blame us."

Zhao Feiyan said: "Hey! We were all sisters once."

"It's all in the past. What's the point of mentioning the position of troupe leader now?"

"Brother, would you like to consider it?"

Little Security Guard grabbed his long spear and thrust it down...