116: Chapter 116 I had no intention of saving you!

Lin Zihao was sweating profusely, his hands frantically fumbling with the holster at his waist.

"Quick, quick, quick! Suppressive fire!"

However.

There was no need for him to give the order at all.

Facing this epic-tier abyss monster with its skyrocketing size and terrifying aura,

the surrounding Blade Group warriors of the Red Wolf Guild didn't take a single step back; instead, their eyes lit up as if they were looking at some peerless treasure!

It was the battle-thirst for top-tier gear dropped by a boss!

"Brothers! Epic-tier materials! A live one!"

"Compete for the damage output!!!"

Someone roared at the top of their lungs.

The next second.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!!!"

"Rat-tat-tat-tat—!!!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Over a thousand assault rifles, large-caliber shotguns, and even heavy anti-materiel sniper rifles erupted simultaneously with a deafening roar!

The entire plaza was instantly illuminated by the blinding muzzle flashes!

What a crazy sight it was.

Densely packed bullets wove into an airtight Metal Storm net, pouring onto the Abyss Bloodthirsty Banshee without any blind spots.

Foul-smelling black blood splattered everywhere!

Hard bone spurs were instantly shattered, and the disgusting rotten flesh that had just grown was ruthlessly torn apart by the bullets!

This epic-tier monster, which could cause a catastrophe in any super district, was actually being pushed back repeatedly, unable to even raise its head.

Lu Yuan stood to the side, watching the fanatical Red Wolf Guild members, and smiled helplessly.

Of all the people you could provoke...

Why the hell did you have to provoke these lunatics who would risk their lives for contribution points!

"Roar—!"

"I... I'm not reconciled!"

The mutated Wang Wanru let out a desperate and venomous shriek.

She desperately channeled abyss power, trying to repair her body and rush into the crowd to start a massacre.

However, the recovery speed of her flesh and blood couldn't keep up with the suppressive fire of over a thousand guns!

*Crack!*

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound,

under the concentrated fire of tens of thousands of bullets, the glowing red Abyss Core in her chest finally gave way and exploded!

Wang Wanru's massive mutated body suddenly stiffened, then crashed heavily to the ground, turning into a puddle of foul-smelling black pus.

Immediately after,

a system notification panel for rewards popped up in front of all the Red Wolf members who participated in the attack.

However, after a brief silence, a chorus of cursing immediately erupted in the channel.

"Tch! What a crappy epic monster. All bark and no bite, and it only gave me 10 units of abyss metal blocks?!"

"Fuck! Me too! This isn't even enough to get stuck between my teeth!"

"Damn, so freaking stingy!"

"This measly reward isn't even enough to cover the cost of the bullets I just fired!"

"Pah! Poor-ass monster!"

A group of people put away their guns while grumbling, their faces written with frustration.

Just then,

a series of light footsteps approached as Yun Xiao walked quickly up to Lu Yuan, holding a tactical report.

"Boss, the battlefield has been cleared."

Yun Xiao's voice carried an irrepressible excitement: "The brothers in the Collection Group have finished dismantling and packing up the entire stronghold, including those tens of thousands of elite guard vehicles."

"In this battle, our guild had fifteen light injuries, all from stray bullet scratches."

"Casualties: zero!"

Lu Yuan nodded with satisfaction. "Very good."

He turned around and issued an order to the channel: "Mount up, keep moving!"

The Red Wolf Army of two hundred thousand immediately sprang into action, and the roar of engines once again echoed through the ruins.

Just as the convoy was preparing to depart,

a massive, dense crowd suddenly emerged from behind the ruins at the edge of the plaza.

These people were all skin and bones and dressed in rags—they were the low-level players from Super C3 District who had been enslaved by the Management Committee.

The leader was a scrawny man with shifty eyes named Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang led several thousand refugees and summoned the courage to block the front of the convoy.

"You can't leave!"

Zhang Qiang shouted at the top of his hoarse voice. Although his legs were trembling, he tried his best to put on an air of righteousness.

"You've killed everyone from the Management Committee, torn down the stronghold's defensive walls, and even dismantled and taken all the vehicles and supplies!"

"It's almost dark! Without the shelter, how are we hundreds of thousands of ordinary people supposed to fend off the monsters?!"

Zhang Qiang's words immediately ignited the fear in the hearts of the refugees.

Fear bred extreme selfishness and greed.

"That's right! You can't just leave like this!"

"Since you killed the Management Committee, you must take responsibility for our lives!"

"Give us half of the supplies and vehicles you dismantled! Otherwise, we'll all die here tonight!"

"Did you think we'd be grateful to you for killing the Management Committee?! We don't need you to save us!"

"How is what you're doing any different from killing us?!"

The refugees were incensed, standing on the moral high ground as they denounced the Red Wolf Guild.

In their eyes, the Red Wolf Guild had disrupted their original survival ecosystem, so the Red Wolf Guild had to pay compensation!

Lin Zihao and the Blade Group warriors were laughed out of anger by these people's bandit logic.

Lu Yuan jumped down from the tank.

He looked coldly at the group of refugees swept up in fear and greed.

The noisy protests gradually died down under Lu Yuan's icy gaze.

Lu Yuan looked at the leader, Zhang Qiang, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I think you've mistaken one thing."

Lu Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but in the absolute silence, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I never planned to save you."

Lu Yuan pointed to the firearms and blood-stained wreckage left behind by the guards on the ground.

"I came here only to crush the bugs in my way and take the spoils I deserve."

"As for whether you live or die..."

There wasn't a trace of pity in Lu Yuan's eyes, as if he were looking at a bunch of insignificant weeds.

"What does that have to do with me?!"

Terrified by the killing intent emanating from Lu Yuan, Zhang Qiang fell onto his backside, his face turning pale.

"You want to live?"

Lu Yuan turned to get on the vehicle, leaving behind only a bone-chilling piece of advice.

"If you want to live, go fight the monsters with your own lives!"

"Don't expect others to give you charity!"

With that, Lu Yuan turned to board the tank.

Seeing Lu Yuan about to leave, Zhang Qiang's eyes darted around, and he fixed his gaze on the mountain of supplies on the Red Wolf Guild's convoy.

Wealth moves hearts; greed instantly overcame his fear of Lu Yuan.

He actually scrambled forward and tightly hugged Lu Yuan's thigh.

"Big Boss! Big Boss, you can't leave!"

Zhang Qiang wailed with snot and tears, trying once again to incite the refugees behind him.

"By leaving just like this, you're essentially killing hundreds of thousands of us!"

"You must leave some supplies behind today!"

"We don't want much, thirty percent... no, just ten percent will do!"

Looking at Zhang Qiang clinging to his leg like a piece of dog-skin plaster, a flash of violent killing intent crossed Lu Yuan's eyes.

He was laughed out of anger by this shameless bandit logic and was just about to raise his leg to cripple this piece of trash.

Beside him, Lin Zihao moved first.

"Go to hell!"

Lin Zihao shouted, and his tactical boot swept through the air with a gust of wind, kicking Zhang Qiang hard in the chest.

Zhang Qiang screamed as he was sent flying, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

Lin Zihao straightened his clothes, disdainfully brushed off his pant leg, and then gave a look to the Blade Group leader.

"Mengzi, teach them the rules of the apocalypse."

Zhao Meng gave a cruel smile and strode forward.

He raised the assault rifle in his hand, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Zhang Qiang's thigh.

Without any hesitation.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two deafening gunshots.

The 7.62mm armor-piercing bullets ruthlessly tore through flesh, completely shattering Zhang Qiang's two thigh bones!

"Aaaah—my legs!"

Zhang Qiang clutched his bleeding legs, letting out a shrill, pig-slaughtering scream.

The refugees who were just about to stir in the back were instantly scared out of their wits, shrinking back in unison, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Zhao Meng held the still-smoking rifle in one hand, coldly scanning the terrified refugees.

"This moral kidnapping act doesn't work with us in the Red Wolf Guild."

Zhao Meng spat on the ground, his gaze fierce.

"While we're still in a relatively good mood, get lost."

"Otherwise, I don't mind snatching away every bit of scrap metal you have on you!"

As his voice fell, the terrified refugees scrambled to clear a wide path.

Lu Yuan ignored the farce, climbed back into the tank, and expressionlessly gave the final order.

"Everyone, full speed ahead!"

Boom—!

The crimson steel torrent started up once again, ruthlessly crushing the ruins as it sped toward the distant horizon.

Only a group of C3 District refugees remained, completely dumbfounded in the cold wind, facing the mess on the ground.

...

In the muddy ground at the outermost edge of the stronghold ruins,

Li Ming lay quietly in a black puddle.

The cold acid rain was still falling, but he could no longer feel the slightest chill or pain.

His vision was a bit blurry, but he still kept his eyes wide open, watching everything happening nearby.

He saw the high-and-mighty Wang Jianguo being riddled with bullets like a sieve.

He saw the once-invincible Management Committee stronghold being dismantled into a flat field by those red-clothed lunatics.

He even saw his "good brother" Zhang Qiang, who had betrayed him, having his legs broken and wailing piteously in the mud like a stray dog.

Satisfying.

So freaking satisfying!

Li Ming's cracked lips twitched slightly, pulling into a helpless smile.

He knew he wouldn't survive; his ribs had been broken by the enforcement team and he'd been thrown here, his internal organs had long been hemorrhaging, and he was only holding on by a thread of resentment.

But to be able to see these high-and-mighty bloodsuckers meet such retribution before he died,

it was worth it.

"There are no saviors in the apocalypse..."

Li Ming murmured to himself...

"But... having evil people to deal with you vampires... it's really good..."

The faint voice gradually dissipated in the cold wind and rain.

Li Ming used the last of his strength to look in the direction the Red Wolf Army had departed.

Then, with the most relaxed and relieved smile since his transmigration, he slowly closed his eyes.