161: I'll rip your head off and make you pay for it to Nan Nan.

As soon as the two of them stepped inside, the door shut with a loud 'bang'. There were many people in the room, both men and women; there were about a dozen men and three women.

The men were seated in a circle on the sofa, the TV cabinet, and coffee tables. In the center of them lay two women on the floor, nearly naked. They were shivering, their skin turning purple from the cold and covered in bruises.

An hour ago, one of the young second-generation rich heirs exhaled a smoke ring and cursed harshly, "Damn it, playing with these cheap goods every day—no face, no body—I'm so bored I could die."

"Hahaha, tell me about it," the red-haired youth beside him consoled. "I'm bored too, but what can we do? Young Master Pangda, just bear with it. Didn't we get in touch with The Authorities three days ago?"

"Once we're picked up and taken to the safety zone, we'll find a way back to our own territory. Then, you can play however you want. Whatever kind of Beauty you desire, your subordinates will round them up for you."

"Damn it, I don't want to wait even one more day. I can't even go out the door; I'm going crazy from being cooped up." The youth called Young Master Pangda vented all his rage on the two numb women lying on the floor.

Without a shred of mercy, he kicked one of them and cursed without restraint, "You two flat-chested sluts can get lost back to your room. Stop being an eyesore. Look at the state of you!"

"Each of you is like a vegetable. Damn it, you don't even know how to make a sound. Even the zombies outside scream better than you. You're fucking corpses!"

"If it weren't for the man-eating zombies everywhere, with looks like yours, I'd find it disgusting even if you begged me to sleep with you. Now get out!"

The two women were numb to the core; it was as if the kicks hadn't even landed on them. Expressionless, they crawled up and walked sluggishly toward the inner room.

No matter which man they passed, they were pinched hard, as if they were already used to it. The two didn't dodge or flinch, letting the men pinch them until they entered the room.

"Damn, they're just the walking dead. Not even as pleasing to the eye as an inflatable doll."

Young Master Pangda cursed viciously again as he watched the two women's retreating figures.

This Young Master Pangda was the son of the second wealthiest man in G City, whose family was in the oil business. On the day the zombie virus broke out, he happened to be out with a group in this city. They were having a blast at a nightclub that night when someone was suddenly bitten.

At the time, he was protected by his bodyguards and sycophants as they retreated here. How could a Young Master who grew up in the lap of luxury endure such hardship? Over the past month, his people had killed everyone upstairs and downstairs, murdering anyone whose door they could break down.

The remaining units with lights still on were those they couldn't break into, or those occupied by old people and such; otherwise, his men would have finished them off long ago.

Those residents in the dark had all been wiped out by them; they specialized in murder and looting food.

Originally, they had abducted seven or eight women, but none had survived due to the various ways they were 'played with' or their resistance. After a month, only two young, obedient 'blocks of wood' remained, along with one who actually had a brain.

But no matter how many demands he made, everyone in the house followed his lead because they all wanted to rely on him to get back to their homes.

Just as they were feeling listless and irritable, the sound of a sports car suddenly echoed from downstairs. Young Master Pangda was the first to lean against the window and look down; at that moment, Si Nan was looking up with a smile at the tightly shut door of the weapon shop.

That smile was instantly seared into Young Master Pangda's mind. Si Nan's Beauty struck his soul, making every cell in his lustful body scream.

He had played with countless beauties, from wealthy young ladies and singers to all sorts of internet celebrities, but he had never seen a Beauty as pure, refined, and wildly spirited as Si Nan.

The key was her face; it was truly too beautiful, hitting every single one of his preferences. He had to have such a Beauty, even if it meant death.

So, the group of men retreated to figure out a way: how could they lure Si Nan up here?

His gaze flickered to Ding Hong. This woman was extremely smart and a total vixen. On the first day she was captured, she didn't cry, scream, or go crazy; instead, she remained calm and proactively offered herself, serving the brothers quite comfortably.

Coincidentally, this woman actually knew the man downstairs. They were just worrying about how to deal with the man beside the Beauty, and now they had a solution.

Young Master Pangda ordered Ding Hong, "You, go lure them up. Afterward, I promise I won't let the brothers touch you before we leave."

Thus, Si Nan and Luo Sen were lured up. The two exchanged a glance, looking at the closed door behind them and the seven or eight young men blocking it to prevent them from running.

Young Master Pangda spoke. From the moment Si Nan entered, his lustful eyes hadn't left her face. "Little Beauty, you've finally come up. I was worried sick waiting for you."

Luo Sen's grayish-blue eyes gradually darkened, his murderous gaze locking onto Young Master Pangda's head. "In a moment, I will rip your head off to apologize to Nan Nan."

Young Master Pangda was indifferent. Courting death, he even made a gesture across Luo Sen's neck and declared, "Perhaps before you have the chance to grab my neck, your own neck will be removed by my brothers. You can try if you don't believe me."

"However, I am not an unreasonable man. Considering you've brought such a stunning Beauty to this Young Master, if you're sensible enough to leave your girlfriend behind, I'll reward you by letting you leave safely. I guarantee my brothers won't touch you."

Si Nan snorted coldly, her eyes also swirling with intense killing intent. "Ridiculous. Where do you get your confidence? I suspect the reason you've lived this long is that your brain is just waiting for a beating."

Seeing Si Nan spit insults in his face, Young Master Pangda burst into laughter. "You're quite spicy, but I like that. Those two dead fish in the room just weren't spicy enough, and their bodies weren't good enough, which is why they were played to pieces by the brothers."

"As for you? Of course, I wouldn't be able to bear it. I'm going to take you out of this city and back to our home in G City—AAAAHHH! What are you doing? Am I dead?"

Before Young Master Pangda could finish his sentence, he saw Luo Sen, who had been standing three meters away, suddenly appear in front of him. Hands fixed onto his head, then—*rip*—a pain in his neck, and he saw his brothers all standing upside down.

"What happened?"

It all happened so fast that his brothers couldn't react at all.

"AAAAHHH! Young Master Pangda's head is gone! Brothers, get him! Kill him!"

By the time they reacted, Luo Sen had already opened the floor-to-ceiling window and started a massacre, grabbing the two men next to Young Master Pangda and throwing them out.

Cold weapons were useless against Luo Sen. Large blades couldn't cut him, electric batons couldn't shock him, and even swinging three-section whips couldn't touch him. One after another, they were lifted by Luo Sen and thrown downstairs, and before being tossed, all of them were castrated by Luo Sen's military shovel.

Finally, only the two men standing behind Si Nan were left, thinking she was an easy target—