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But for Uncle, this was also the first time he had seen so many people killed; moreover, he himself had personally killed at least 5 people just now.

His hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, but seeing the indifference of Ding Jiu and Li Hang beside him, he also reminded himself silently. Relax, relax, be ruthless.

It seemed like an inner therapy, effective.

After a few breaths, his hand was no longer trembling, and looking at these Salvation Army on the ground, he no longer harbored any pity.

According to what Li Yu had said, if they did not kill these people today, they would be killed by them tomorrow. In this era, that’s how it is, looking at the corpses on the ground, blood flowing into rivers, intestines by the side all entangled, that person’s luck was somewhat bad, being hit by several people.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, his eyes gradually became fierce and merciless.

If we don’t kill them, they will kill us!

The world is just that cruel.

People were finishing off the wounded in the bloody mud, while Li Yu, Dapao, Third Uncle, and Yang Tianlong looked at the remaining 10 people, including the lead of the Salvation Army’s team.

”Which one of you is the leader? Is it you?” Li Yu looked at the leader of the Salvation Army, previously suspecting, but now wanting confirmation.

”Yes, I am.” said the leader of the Salvation Army, expressionless.

Li Yu was somewhat surprised. So calm?

”You came here to look for the group that came before, didn’t you?” asked Li Yu.

”Heh,” replied the leader, forcing a smile without any pleasure.

Li Yu felt uncomfortable. Damn, another tough nut to crack. Why does it always have to be tough nuts?

He called over Dapao and Yang Tianlong to do the interrogation, they had experience in this area.

Dapao approached with an indifferent face, but in that moment, Li Yu saw a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Could it be that torturing people, brings out a sense of pleasure?

He always felt that the people in his base, whether because they were influenced by him or not, were showing some signs of perversion.

But thankfully, although they were extremely vicious towards enemies when they were on missions,

They tended to be very harmonious and positive when they were inside the base.

There was a sense of extreme dualism, perhaps influenced by Li Yu.

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Li Yu looked down at the others on the ground and began to ask: ”Do you know why you came here?”

Nobody spoke.

Li Yu drew his spear and pierced one of them through the head.

The spear was very sharp.

Li Yu’s strength was immense, and combined with his daily training since his resurrection and his refined technique, the man did not make a sound before he was killed.

As the spear was pulled out, blood followed and sprayed out, splashing onto some people’s faces.

The Salvation Army, who were usually fierce and vicious, now found their roles completely reversed - they had become the prey.

Their previous silence might have been due to unfamiliarity with this shift in role, but now, right before their eyes, Li Yu had ruthlessly, decisively killed one of them.

It snapped them awake.

Li Yu’s gaze was like a blade as he looked at one of them.

The man’s eyes dodged, but upon raising his head, he found Li Yu’s stare still fixed on him, unwavering.

In the silence, after 3 seconds, unable to bear the pressure any longer,

He spoke out.

”We, we came to find Brother Mao and the others. They had not been in contact for a long time after coming here,” the man said.

”How many of you are there in total?” Li Yu asked.

”The exact number isn’t clear, but definitely over 700. Last, last time we even held a big celebration. The boss said we have now broken through 700 people,” said the man, his survival instinct strong, eyes seeming to want to dodge.

Li Yu observed the man’s eyes, judging whether he was lying.

”Where is your headquarters?” Li Yu asked with an icy tone.

”In the suburbs of Southern City, to the west. There used to be a large factory there. We are located there because that factory was under military-style management, so it is strongly fortified, and it’s hard for zombies to get in...” For some reason, the man began to show fear, horrified.

But once he started talking under Li Yu’s terrifying gaze, he didn’t dare to lie. Like spilling beans, he began to reveal everything he knew to Li Yu and the others.

This was a talkative person.

Some people become utterly silent under stress,

Some involuntarily lose control over their bladder and bowels,

And some just cannot stop talking when they are nervous.

Li Yu was gratified. It seemed that the importance of the leader of the Salvation Army wasn’t as significant anymore.

This talkative man was good. Obedient and sensible, with the right pace of speech and logical too.

From this man’s mouth, it became known that the Salvation Army now definitely had more than 700 people, roughly in line with what Brother Mao said, and they only had 10 firearms with not much ammunition.

Furthermore, they learned from him that the boss of the Salvation Army used to be the manager of this militarily-managed factory, which was a mould-making plant.

Even now, many members of the Salvation Army used to work in that factory.

So much for Salvation Army, until now he had thought that the boss of the Salvation Army was a very formidable person.

Additionally, the Salvation Army had already expanded its influence, controlling over 20 subordinate groups, and their regular mission was to collect protection money from these groups.

According to this talkative member of the Salvation Army, among those 20 groups, some were large, nearing a hundred people, while some were small, barely reaching 20.

Some groups consisted entirely of women, while some had members of all genders and ages. A common characteristic was that none of these groups had firearms.

Yes, firearms, firearms seemed like a form of de-dimensional striking in this post-apocalyptic world.

The Government’s powers had yet to appear, as if shrouded in mystery, elusive and unseen.

Even the military had vanished without a trace.

There was even widespread rumor among Survivors that they were gone.

This spurred many people to become even more reckless, daring to do things they would never have attempted before, and to do them tenfold.

It was as if everyone had entered the age of cold weapons; no one had firearms anymore.

After all, in this place of XX, unlike other countries, the control over guns was extremely strict, so the lack of firearms was somewhat expected.

But how did Li Yu and his group have firearms? This was like cheating, wasn’t it?

These were also the thoughts in the hearts of the remaining Salvation Army Survivors.

So unfair!

Li Yu listened carefully to the man’s narration, as if it eased some of the gloom in his heart, the uncooperative nature of the leader of the Salvation Army, tough as nails, revolting, and hard to deal with.

Suddenly it all felt much more relaxed.

If only all of them were like this young man.

Obedient. And chatty.

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