A Villain Who Acts Without Many Words

"Wasn't he just acting like he didn't care about that woman? Why's he worried now?"

Brother Yong took a hard drag of his cigarette and, without waiting for Gu Tao to speak, signaled his men to start beating him.

"Fuck you, Gu Tao!"

"You think you can boss us around just because your family's got money?"

"Do you even know she was my first love?!"

"Damn it, I can't believe you've already run through her!"

Brother Yong and a dozen thugs laid into Gu Tao, while Jiang Yang watched from atop the rockery, thoroughly entertained.

Just then, Jiang Yang spotted a familiar face.

Among the five male students, one was battered and bruised—wasn't that his own lackey?

As a super-rich young master, the original owner naturally had a circle of fair-weather friends.

That guy with a face swollen like a pig's head was one of Jiang Yang's underlings, Li Shun.

He was a second-generation rich kid with some assets, and the original owner had known him since middle school.

Though their family backgrounds were worlds apart, Li Shun valued loyalty and was easy to get along with, earning Jiang Yang's trust.

"Damn it!"

"What kind of mess is this?"

Jiang Yang sighed in frustration. In his memories, this was one of the few good buddies the original owner had, with years of friendship. If he died here, it'd be a real shame.

"What a pain in the ass."

Jiang Yang cursed under his breath. Running into his own lackey getting captured while searching for opportunities—wasn't this the kind of plot that happened to a protagonist?

There were plenty of similar scenes in the original story. Shouldn't this be happening to Ye Fan?

Could it be that by stealing the protagonist's opportunities, he'd also taken some of his luck, dragging the plot along with it?

Real life was often more messed up than fiction!

Right now, by Taiji Lake, Brother Yong and his crew had finished beating Gu Tao and tossed him straight into the Secret Realm Gate. Then they stood there timing it, making the rest line up and wait their turn.

Looked like they were testing it one by one.

So brutal. I love it!

Jiang Yang had no idea how these Spirited Youths got into Linjiang University.

But after the Apocalypse started, these guys did fare better than some students in the early days.

The bold and ruthless ones were the ones who'd make it in this world.

The only downside was that these Spirited Youths lacked education and foresight, easily getting carried away, thinking they were chosen ones, Sons of the Plane.

Brother Yong now wore a smug, ambitious grin.

He looked around, taking in the beautiful campus scenery. Back in the day, they'd never have set foot in a place like this.

But with the Apocalypse, they'd slipped in during the chaos, killed a few Zombies, and captured a bunch of students.

His eyes flicked to the six female college students huddled together in fear, a glint of greed flashing through them. But now wasn't the time to touch them. At the start of the end, building strength was key. Then, he could have as many women as he wanted.

Aside from Li Shun, who'd been dragged off and beaten alone, the other four guys were cowering together.

Seeing how spineless these men were, Brother Yong decided to keep them in line for now—no need to push them too hard. They could be used as expendable resources. After all, even a cornered rabbit would bite.

He picked out the least attractive of the six female students, pointed at her, and told his men, "Grab that woman and throw her into the Secret Realm Gate to scout ahead."

Clearly, Brother Yong had already figured out what the Secret Realm Gate was.

As he spoke, the battered Li Shun suddenly erupted in rage and charged at Brother Yong.

"You bastards, how dare you touch my woman?!"

The girl wasn't much to look at, but she was the first one Li Shun had ever fallen for.

"Screw you!"

Li Shun was no match for Brother Yong. Before he could get close, Brother Yong kicked him flying, and the other Spirited Youths swarmed in.

Seeing this, Jiang Yang stopped hiding and stepped out.

"Boss, someone's here!"

One of the Spirited Youths spotted Jiang Yang, but the next second, he hit the ground, a black long blade piercing through his chest.

Jiang Yang pulled out the knife and charged at the other thugs.

Killing people—he'd already mentally prepared for that after his transmigration.

This was the Apocalypse. Murder and robbery were everyday business.

Normally, in a scene like this, the protagonist would step up, talk things over with the thugs, fail to reach an agreement, or negotiate for a bit, then use his brains to break free, kill the thugs, and save his loved ones.

But Jiang Yang was different. He wasn't the Son of the Plane.

He was on the opposite side of the protagonist—a villain.

And the most common way for villains to die is by talking too much.

So Jiang Yang chose to go straight for the kill, showing no mercy, being a predator who acts tough and says little.

Back on the hill, Jiang Yang had already observed the dead zombies—their heads and torsos had taken heavy blows.

It was clear a group had ganged up on one zombie, with some organization but zero technique.

How many ordinary people could Captain America take?

Jiang Yang had once seen that question on Zhihu.

Now he could give the answer: nine thugs were no problem!

A physique five times that of an ordinary person wasn't just the strength of five people added together—it was one plus one being greater than two.

Less than half a minute after Jiang Yang entered the fray, all nine thugs were off to run parkour on the Yellow Spring Road.

The combat power between the two sides wasn't even on the same level—strength, speed, and physical toughness were all mismatched.

The Captain America Serum was an all-around enhancement; these guys had no chance to fight back, and even if they did, it was like scratching an itch.

"Holy crap!"

"Bro Jiang, when did you get this strong?"

Li Shun's eyes went wide, staring dumbfounded at Jiang Yang, who looked like a god descending to earth.

The others also lifted their heads, seeming vaguely familiar with the name Jiang Yang.

Inside the Kendo Club.

Qiu Chan moved with agility, graceful as a startled swan, like a dancer wielding a Tang Saber, leaving wounds on the surrounding zombies.

She had only joined the Kendo Club a year ago, yet she'd already become its ace.

Not because she had special talent, but because she'd trained in martial arts since childhood, hailing from a martial arts family!

When people mention martial arts, many think of the Pinecone Trembling Lightning Five-Whip.

But that's not the case—some National Martial Arts have real substance. Master Ma had traveled around visiting masters in his youth, but those masters never paid him any attention. In his later years, he started fantasizing that he was a master based on what he'd seen and heard.

Right now, Qiu Chan slashed a zombie's shoulder with her blade, then dipped her slender waist slightly, twisted her wrist, and drove the edge upward, piercing straight through the zombie's head.

"Only headshots kill these zombies?"

Qiu Chan's brows twitched. These zombies were once her fellow Kendo Club members. Even though they'd turned, she still couldn't fully accept killing them with her own hands.

And after they transformed, their flesh had rotted, giving off a nauseating stench.

Extremely foul.

Qiu Chan covered her nose, kicked away a lunging zombie, and looked toward a Long-Necked Zombie not far off.

Unlike normal zombies, this one had a thick, elongated neck, and its head had mutated too—its face was covered in bony plates, and its mouth was full of countless fangs.

"What an ugly thing!"

Qiu Chan spat lightly, her voice crisp and pleasant.

She gripped her sword with both hands, sank her waist, and struck a pose as if to cut through all things.

Strangely, a hint of an excited smile crept onto her lips.

"I don't know what's happened to this world, but the feeling of cutting into something real... isn't so bad!"