Trying to Steal a Chicken, Only to Lose the Rice

Summer evenings in the apocalypse were the most beautiful time of day. Beneath the setting sun, the sky—already veiled in a faint blood mist—became even more wondrous, a rare scenic sight in the apocalypse.

At that moment, Murong Luocheng was catching up on sleep in such fine weather. After two days and two nights of nonstop work, he had fallen into a deep sleep the instant he touched the bed.

But while he was sound asleep, suddenly—

Bang!

A tremendous crash rang out, followed by the door being kicked open.

Murong Luocheng shot upright. Still dressed in pajamas, with hair like a bird's nest, he stared in utter terror as a soldier charged straight at him without a word.

"What the hell? What's going on? Are you trying to kill me?" Murong Luocheng hastily backed away in fright, scared out of his wits.

Wiping sweat from his brow, the soldier yanked Murong Luocheng out of bed, panic written across his face. "This is bad! Chu Han has been assassinated!"

Murong Luocheng had yet to recover from two consecutive days of work. Hearing this, he instinctively asked, "Wasn't that yesterday? Are you sleepwalking?"

The soldier was sweating profusely as he dragged Murong Luocheng outside without another word. "He's been attacked again! This assassin is far stronger than yesterday's group. The two of them are already fighting in the streets. Hurry and take a look!"

"What? Chu Han was attacked again?" Murong Luocheng instantly lost all traces of sleepiness. Then he abruptly stopped, asking in alarm, "What do you mean, stronger than yesterday's assassination squad? How many people came?"

Hadn't Chu Han just been attacked yesterday? The entire city was under martial law now. If another group could sneak in and assassinate Chu Han, then every guard at the base gates might