102: Chapter 102 JK Girl Joins

The air seemed to freeze; the only thing audible was the heavy breathing of the crowd and the drum-like thumping of hearts against chests.

The looks those burly men in black gave Song Yang had completely changed.

If this kind of power were to hit a person...

As soon as the thought arose, they forcibly suppressed it, not daring to think further.

They all simultaneously thought of one word—crushing.

Absolute, undisputed crushing.

Previously, they felt their boss's use of the word "monster" was a bit of an exaggeration, but now it seemed like a perfectly fitting evaluation.

The big men swallowed hard, feeling relieved that their boss hadn't chosen to conflict with this bringer of death.

Otherwise, they, thugs who usually acted all high and mighty, probably wouldn't even know how they died.

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After leaving the Exchange, Yang Yueqi followed closely half a step behind Song Yang, her large eyes occasionally stealing glances at his profile.

She knew very well that she would be living with this man from now on.

She just didn't know what would happen in the future.

The two passed through several dilapidated streets, and the surroundings grew increasingly silent.

Suddenly, Song Yang's footsteps paused, his eyes turning sharp as he looked toward a dark alleyway ahead.

"Grrr... Grrr..."

A low, suppressed growl came from deep within the alley.

Yang Yueqi immediately grew nervous, instinctively grabbing the corner of Song Yang's clothes.

"What is that?"

Before she finished speaking, two hideous dark shadows lunged from the alley, followed by a third and a fourth.

Those were four Mutated Hounds whose sizes were clearly different from ordinary dogs; their fur was sparse, revealing dark red skin, knotted muscles, and mouths full of sharp teeth with saliva constantly dripping.

Their bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Song Yang and Yang Yueqi, filled with bloodthirsty longing.

Song Yang pulled Yang Yueqi behind him, his right hand already gripping the newly replaced blood fang.

"Stay behind me, don't move."

"Roar!"

The nearest Mutated Hound couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a roar and lunging at Song Yang like a bolt of red lightning!

Song Yang's gaze narrowed, and he moved forward instead of retreating.

"Swish!"

A cold light flashed!

That blood-red straight blade also slashed toward the Mutated Hound.

"Splurt!"

Blood splattered!

The Mutated Hound that had lunged so fiercely didn't even have time to let out a whimper before its body was sliced open diagonally in mid-air!

Hot internal organs and blood spilled across the ground, and a stench instantly filled the air.

One strike, one kill—clean and efficient!

If it were his previous ordinary iron weapons, facing the tough fur and bones of such mutated creatures, the blade would likely get stuck or even chip, even if it managed to cause injury.

But now, the new blade in Song Yang's hand displayed incredible cutting power, as if it were slicing through soft tofu rather than hard bone and flesh.

Seeing this, the other two Mutated Hounds didn't back down; instead, their ferocity was triggered by the smell of blood, and they roared as they lunged from different directions simultaneously.

Song Yang's body shifted slightly, and with a change of footwork, he easily avoided the frontal bites of the two Mutated Hounds, his long blade sweeping upward with a backhand strike!

"Rip!"

A deep, bone-deep wound instantly appeared on the neck of the hound on the left; blood gushed out like a fountain as it stumbled a few steps and collapsed heavily, twitching as its life faded away.

Having dealt with the second one, Song Yang turned his wrist smoothly, the blade's edge sweeping horizontally to meet the last Mutated Hound attacking from the right.

"Clang!"

A faint metallic ring sounded as the Mutated Hound's sharp claws brushed against the blade's edge.

However, this didn't slow the blade down in the slightest.

The blade's light swept past like a bolt of silk, and the Mutated Hound let out a short wail as one of its front legs was severed clean from the shoulder!

"Awoo—"

The intense pain drove it mad, but what met it was Song Yang's merciless thrust straight into its throat!

"Pfft!"

The tip of the blade entered precisely, ending its life.

From the appearance of the Mutated Hounds to the end of the battle, only a few short moments had passed.

Three mutated creatures, enough to pose a fatal threat to ordinary survivors, now lay in a pool of blood.

Song Yang slowly sheathed his blade; surprisingly, not a single trace of blood remained on it.

Yang Yueqi stood behind Song Yang, her body still trembling.

Her mind was somewhat blank, as everything had happened too fast.

It wasn't until Song Yang turned around that she suddenly snapped back to reality; looking at the internal organs scattered all over the ground, her stomach churned, but she forcibly held it back.

"Is it over?"

She looked at Song Yang and suddenly felt an extraordinary sense of safety.

Song Yang nodded. "Let's go. The smell of blood is too strong here; it will soon attract other things."

Yang Yueqi took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions, and quickly followed.

Passing by the carcasses of the Mutated Hounds, she couldn't help but quicken her pace, not daring to look.

Only this time, she walked even closer to Song Yang, as if she could only find a shred of the security needed to survive in this cruel post-apocalyptic world by his side.

Inside the Safehouse, a giant projector was playing an old pre-apocalyptic movie.

When the heavy metal door opened and Song Yang appeared at the entrance, the women on the sofa habitually looked over.

However, when they clearly saw the timid young girl peeking her head out from behind Song Yang, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

The sound of the movie continued, but it could no longer capture anyone's attention.

Xiao Xue was originally leaning against the sofa with a small piece of beef jerky between her fingers, but her movement froze, her gaze locked onto Yang Yueqi's face as if drawn by a magnet.

This girl was too young and too beautiful, like a delicate flower that hadn't weathered any storms, abruptly appearing in the garden.

Bai Jie's gaze shifted back and forth between Yang Yueqi and Song Yang, her grip on the remote control unconsciously tightening.

"Oh my god..."

The first to speak was Zhang Xinmei; she instinctively sat up straight, her beautiful eyes wide.

"Isn't this Yang Mi? No, she's a bit younger. Is it her sister?"

She had once met Yang Mi at a business dinner and had a very deep impression of that face.

Seeing an almost identical version now, only more youthful and innocent, one could imagine the shock in her heart.

Song Yang was already used to the sudden change in atmosphere in the living room and the various gazes.

He turned slightly, his gaze falling on the still somewhat nervous Yang Yueqi beside him, and pointed toward the end of the hallway:

"The bathroom is over there. Go take a shower first and change into clean clothes."

Yang Yueqi was a bit overwhelmed by the scene in the room and the undisguised gazes; hearing Song Yang's words was like catching a lifeline, and she nodded hurriedly like a chick pecking at grain:

"Mm, okay, alright!"

She didn't dare look at the women scrutinizing her and fled into the bathroom.