210: Multiple Choice

The seventy-sixth, seventy-seventh, seventy-eighth, and seventy-ninth floors were all various business scenarios.

Pan Han even watched a movie from this world.

It was comfortable, but he didn't get a single point.

His ranking had slipped to third place, 500 points less than Big Brother!

It was just ridiculous!

In the broadcast room, everyone was excited to see the top few, their points interlocked like a dog's teeth.

After overtaking Pan Han, the two Trial companions directly howled in the hall.

This drew envious glances from others.

The commentator looked at the building layout map, then at the atmosphere in the arena, feeling very satisfied.

This was the result Twelve Palaces wanted.

In recent years, the apocalypse environment had gradually stabilized, and Twelve Palaces, being in an absolutely dominant position, had ironically become more boring.

As long as the living didn't actively seek death or encounter an extremely large zombie horde, there was basically no life-threatening danger.

Moreover, after a few years, their stomachs had adapted to the apocalypse, and even cockroach biscuits could be eaten with enjoyment.

This Trial was like a stone, stirring ripples in still water.

Without points, without red dots, without blind boxes, Pan Han confused walked up to the eightieth floor.

On this floor, to the southeast, northwest, there were four distinct sections, and in each section, there was a group of Black Suit Zombies.

All the zombies were focused on their work; some were on the phone, some were furiously operating computers, and there were even zombies holding meetings!

Facing the stairs was a reception desk, where two young Female zombies were on duty.

Seeing Pan Han come up, they immediately stood up to greet him: "Hello, sir, how may we help you?"

Pan Han lit a cigarette, squinting his eyes as he surveyed the front desk. On the wall behind the two Female zombies, several large characters were written: Great Myan Telecom Group.

"I'm here to kill you all! Please arrange it." Pan Han chuckled, speaking truthfully.

"Security captain, someone's causing trouble." A Female zombie at the front desk heard him and, remaining incredibly calm, picked up her walkie-talkie to call for help.

Pan Han, with the cigarette dangling from his mouth, checked his wristband, but there was still no point notification.

"That's strange, there should be a Boss on the eightieth floor!"

Just as he was wondering, several burly, uniform-clad zombies ran out of the room.

"It's him!" The Female zombie pointed at Pan Han, and one of the leading uniform zombies walked directly in front of Pan Han.

"Kid, what do you want to do?" This guy was strong and powerful, at least 1.9 meters tall, and his aura completely overwhelmed Pan Han.

"I just said it. Kill all of you."

"You're asking for death." The security captain reached out, intending to press Pan Han's head down.

Pan Han sneered, suddenly kicking out, accurately striking the security leader in the chest. The security leader was sent flying backward, slamming heavily onto the ground, and instantly fell unconscious.

Seeing this, the other security guards immediately let out low roars and lunged at Pan Han.

However, Pan Han's movements were swift, as agile as a leopard. He quickly dodged the security guards' attacks while launching a fierce counterattack.

His fists struck the security guards' bodies like lightning, each punch accurately hitting a vital point. The security guards were beaten without any power to retaliate, forced to retreat.

Before long, the entire hall was filled with the sounds of Pan Han's intense battle with the security guards, their figures flashing rapidly, fists and feet intertwining. Pan Han's combat skills and reaction speed were astonishing; he was almost single-handedly fighting against a crowd, holding a clear advantage.

The security guards gradually felt despair; they realized they were no match for Pan Han.

Finally, the security guards one by one fell at Pan Han's feet, completely helpless. The hall was left with only a silent atmosphere and the fallen zombie security guards.

Pan Han wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking around to find that the other zombies in the hall had long been drawn by his battle, staring at him dumbfounded.

"I came to kill you, and you still dare to resist? It seems you're not wronged at all." Pan Han said coldly, his voice full of mockery.

Whether there were points or not had no necessary connection with killing zombies; as long as Pan Han was willing, he could kill for free!

The other zombies immediately felt a powerful oppressive force and couldn't help but retreat a few steps, their expressions terrified.

Just then, the hall door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure appeared.

"Stop!" A male Black Suit Zombie shouted, making all the zombie security guards retreat.

"Mr. Pan, you've finally arrived!"

"Oh? You know me?"

"Haha, you've killed your way through seventy-nine floors, how could I not know?"

"So, what else do you have to say?" Pan Han flicked out his cigarette butt and lit another one.

"I want to talk to you." The Black Suit Zombie actually lit a cigarette too.

One person and one zombie, blowing smoke rings at each other, the scene was very strange!

"Talk about what?" Pan Han looked at it with interest.

"Hahahahaha! It's good that we can talk, please come in!" The Black Suit Zombie turned sideways, making way.

Pan Han glanced at it, saw its smiling face, muttered a few words to himself, and still walked in.

The Black Suit Zombie led him to a room. Pan Han looked around; it was no different from a typical general manager's office.

"Mr. Pan, would you like something to drink?"

"No. What do you want to talk about?"

"Haha, as expected, straightforward! All right, I'll get straight to the point. It's very simple: please spare this floor." The Black Suit Zombie said.

"Oh? This is the first time I've seen a zombie beg for mercy." Pan Han chuckled, finding it amusing.

"Mr. Pan, as you can see, I'm doing business here. I don't want trouble."

"What kind of business do you do?" Pan Han waved his hand, indicating no rush, let's chat first.

"Haha, Mr. Pan, are you interested too?" The Black Suit Zombie's mood improved slightly, seeing that Pan Han hadn't outright refused.

"Tell me about it."

"Here, we do gambling, fraud, assassination, cockroach biscuit factories, human meat factories. We do everything."

"Why do you say that so naturally??"

"It's the apocalypse, who cares about these things?"

"So, you do business with both humans and zombies, then?" Pan Han asked, pondering after hearing about the two factories.

"Of course, it's business, as long as it makes money. Who you do it with doesn't matter."

"If I spare you, what's in it for me?"

"Haha, Mr. Pan, look at your wristband again now."

Ding! Wristband notification: Kill all zombies on the eightieth floor, reward 10,000 points. Spare them, reward 100,000 points!

"Holy crap, there's actually something like this." Pan Han was slightly shocked.

"Hehe, Mr. Pan, you just need to rest for a bit, then directly go upstairs, 100,000 points, easily obtained."

"What if I want to kill all of you?"

"Then I can't do anything, I can only lie down and wait for death, but you'll get 90,000 fewer points. Whether it's worth it or not, you decide." The Black Suit Zombie turned his computer screen to show Pan Han.

The screen clearly displayed the point rankings of numerous Trial participants.

"How can you see the scoreboard?" Pan Han was slightly surprised.

"That's not important. Mr. Pan, look, as long as you spare us, your position as Big Brother will be more secure."

The Black Suit Zombie's smile gradually stiffened, revealing a cold gaze.