A Good Man Dies Young

A moment later, Luo Yan found an Underground mall.

At the entrance, Luo Yan saw a pattern.

It was a blood-red claw, looking bloody, and covered in fur, probably smeared with the blood of some animal.

Doing this is actually very irrational. The smell of blood might attract Giant Beast parasite. Anyone who dares to do this is either a fool, a madman, or someone who is confident in their own strength.

Luo Yan didn't know what kind of owner this Underground mall belonged to; he just wanted to replenish his supplies, spend the night, and then leave.

As expected, Luo Yan was stopped at the mall entrance, but after handing over two cold pills as a ticket, he was allowed to enter the Underground mall.

The Underground mall has been renovated, and it seems that there are over a hundred people living there.

The shopping mall, now completely cleared out, is dotted with tents of Xiao Xiao and colors, scattered haphazardly around its perimeter.

The mall was bustling with activity.

Shouts, curses, and hawking filled the air.

Inside some tents with ambiguous colors, you can hear the most primal sounds.

Luo Yan didn't rush into the mall; he paused for a moment at the diagram on the wall at the entrance.

The diagram shows that the Underground mall has three levels: two are shopping floors and the bottom level is a parking garage.

The first floor is for receiving visitors, while the second and third floors are marked with a large red cross, clearly indicating that these are not places for visitors.

Luo Yan had no intention of visiting the owner of this Underground mall, so he pulled up his hood and discreetly headed into the mall.

On the first floor of the Underground mall, there are many stalls selling Eight Gates of items.

There was even a tent that specialized in those forbidden trades, and the cries of young girls could be heard from inside from time to time. Luo Yan didn't investigate further; after the ' Giant Beast Calamity,' the order on the surface had long since collapsed.

The darkness of human nature is magnified infinitely, but even in suffering, seeds of brilliance stubbornly grow.

While wandering around, he gleaned some information from conversations among the survivors.

This Underground mall belongs to the 'Blood Claw' organization, whose leader has a rather vulgar name: Gao Fugui.

But this Gao Fugui and his men had more than ten guns, as well as some grenades.

This amount of power is nothing to any underground organization in the Undercity.

But on the surface, in survivor settlements, they are gods, able to control the lives of many.

From the survivors, what Luo Yan heard most often was that Gao Fugui had a hobby: he liked girls around fourteen or fifteen years old.

Therefore, looking across the entire first floor of the mall, it's almost impossible to see girls of that age.

Because they were either in the underground parking garage or didn't dare to step into the mall at all.

A moment later, Luo Yan finally found a tent selling drinking water.

After losing a box of cold medicine, he had a canteen and two empty bottles filled with water on him.

Next, Luo Yan found a quiet spot in a corner of the mall and sat down, intending to spend the night there and leave the next day.

He had only been sitting down for a short while when the light dimmed, and when he looked up again, he saw two men staring at him with wicked grins.

"Kid, I don't want to make things difficult for you either."

"Give me your water and medicine, and I promise no one will bother you tonight."

"Otherwise, I'll stab it into your heart and take what I want from your corpse."

One of the men gestured with a military knife in his hand.

Luo Yan's hand, hidden within his cloak, touched the hilt of the ' Huanlong ' sword, but before it was drawn, a powerful voice shouted.

"Yan Hai, what are you doing!"

Luo Yan looked up from under his hood and saw the man named Yan Hai and his companion separate to the left and right, revealing two figures behind them.

One of the two men was a strong, middle-aged man, and the other, like Luo Yan, was wearing a cloak and huddled behind the middle-aged man. It was impossible to tell whether he was male or female, old or young.

The man named Yan Hai frowned and said, "Yang Zheng, this is none of your business. I advise you not to meddle."

The middle-aged man named Yang Zheng snorted and said, "Everyone's life is tough these days. It's one thing if you don't lend a hand, but you're kicking us when we're down. I, Yang Zheng, just can't stand by and watch."

"Either you get out, or I'll play with you."

Yan Hai spat. "Hey Yang, what are you so arrogant about, a retired soldier like you!"

He glared at Luo Yan and whispered, "Let's go."

As they passed by Yang Zheng and Yan Hai, Yan Hai glanced at the cloaked man, his eyes flickering slightly.

After they left, the man named Yang Zheng called out, "Brother, are you alright?"

"Don't stay alone; you'll be easily bullied if you're alone."

After saying that, he tugged at the person next to him and turned to leave.

But then, the cloaked man turned around and glanced at Luo Yan.

Then she ran back, stretched out a delicate little hand from under her cloak, and placed a simply wrapped bread on the ground.

Luo Yan saw a pretty face inside the cloak. Although she had messy short hair like a boy, he could still tell that she was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The two, whose relationship was unclear—whether they were father and daughter or something else—left.

Looking at the bread on the ground, Luo Yan released his hand from the hilt of the ' Huanlong ' sword.

He picked up the bread, feeling a sense of surprise.

In the three years since the surface of the earth, people like Yang Zheng, who love to meddle in other people's business, have become almost nonexistent.

After all, people like that don't live long.

In chaotic times, good people don't live long.

Luo Yan tore open the outer packaging, bit into the slightly hardened bread, and ate it bite by bite.

As the earth was illuminated by moonlight, the faint roars of giant beasts could be heard.

In Bloodclaw's camp, Luo Yan opened his eyes, his crimson pupils reflecting the firelight and shadows.

Yan Hai is back.

And this time he brought three or four people with him.

"Oh, you're awake?"

"Kid, if you're into this, hurry up and hand over the stuff."

"No one will protect you now."

"Besides, that guy surnamed Yang is probably in dire straits himself now. Hey, I was wondering why he keeps buying women's stuff."

"So he has a daughter. He kept it well hidden. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't bumped into him today."

Luo Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he uttered his first words upon arriving at the Blood Claw Camp: "What happened to Yang Zheng?"

Yan Hai squatted down and, without any hesitation, began to rummage through Luo Yan's belongings, saying as he did so, "None of your business."

Clang!

Cold Light broke through the cloak.

Yan Hai's arm, which had been extended towards Luo Yan, flew out.

The man was stunned for a moment, then screamed in agony.

Suddenly my shoulder felt heavy.

A gleaming longsword was pressed against the carotid artery in his neck.

Yan Hai was speechless on the spot.

Luo Yan asked, enunciating each word clearly, "What happened to Yang Zheng?"

Yan Hai shuddered, not daring to hide anything. "Boss Gao likes those pretty young girls. I told Zhou Ming, the chief steward of the Blood Claw Camp, about Yang Zheng's daughter."

"Chief Steward Zhou Ming has already sent a team to Yang Zheng's house to bring his daughter here."

Luo Yan said "Oh," and the "Huanlong" slashed across Yan Hai's neck before pushing the man who was clutching his neck away.

Luo Yan stood up, his shadow stretching in the firelight, transforming into a demonic figure.

He glanced at the bread wrapper at his feet, raised his long knife, and pointed it at the other man. "Take me to Yang Zheng's house."