I Was Defending Myself, It Has Nothing to Do With Me

Inside the car.

The driver looked at Lin Fan, who was dressed in a security guard uniform and looked a bit dim-witted. It was hilarious—did he think he was the Lich King just because he had Frostmourne strapped to his back?

What was he thinking?

If he wanted to survive, now was the perfect time to run. Once they found what they were looking for and still saw him standing there, he'd be done for.

Of course.

He didn't bother to warn the guy.

It had nothing to do with him, and besides, he really wanted to see the look of despair on the guy's face when danger arrived.

For ordinary people, the apocalypse was a living hell.

But for villains, as long as they could establish a foothold early on and secure a safe base, the apocalypse would become a true paradise.

They lived in Shanshui Manor, a collection of villas that were considered quite luxurious in Huang City. They were all hired muscle for their boss, and they had been living in the villas all along.

When the apocalypse first descended, even those with strong nerves were briefly stunned, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. But their boss reacted quickly, consolidating their strength immediately.

At the same time, several of the thugs began to act just like in the movies: their bodies trembled, they spat out disgusting, viscous fluid, and veins bulged on their skin—it was a terrifying sight.

Their boss, however, was truly fierce. He had attended a martial arts school since he was a child and trained for ten years. Because of his combative nature, he had slashed someone with a machete and been sent to prison. After his release, he started gathering a gang in Huang City, growing from a small team into a powerful force, establishing a glorious reputation and firmly planting his feet in the city.

Therefore, when this situation arose, the boss took immediate action, hacking those thugs to death before they could even turn into zombies.

In the end, the boss really had foresight.

The outside world was in chaos.

Even staying inside the villa, they could hear the screams from outside.

When they turned on the TV, the news was filled with those things. He even saw a handsome news anchor get tackled and bitten right on screen; the screaming that followed was truly wretched.

He was in the villa at the time, watching his boss, wondering what he would do next.

But he noticed that his boss's eyes, after a brief moment of shock, gradually changed, becoming wild and ferocious.

To this day.

He still vaguely remembered what his boss had said.

"The apocalypse is here; it's time for us to rise and go wild."

He watched his boss as he said these words, his expression so manic and deranged. It was clear that long-suppressed desires had finally erupted, and he no longer had to be restricted by the law or the police.

The boss's villa had high surrounding walls, and the only entrance was a pair of iron gates; it was basically impossible for zombies to get in.

The first person he killed wasn't some high-ranking official, but a second-tier actress who lived next door. The boss had once tried to get her contact information, but the stuck-up bitch had completely ignored him.

That was because this second-tier actress had a thing going with an old sugar daddy.

When the apocalypse arrived, he hadn't expected her to still be alive.

The boss had his men drag her over and humiliated her in public; the scene was chaotic.

He had to admit, she was indeed very beautiful.

In the end, she was thrown outside the villa.

They watched as she was torn to shreds by a swarm of zombies.

At this moment.

Footsteps approached.

Lin Fan watched the four people emerging from the police station. He wondered what they were doing in there. When he suspected someone might be a criminal but lacked evidence, he usually observed them first.

The burly man leading the group scanned the surroundings. He didn't see any zombies for the moment, mainly because they hadn't made much noise.

The haul was quite good.

They had found two NP22 pistols and over thirty rounds of ammunition inside the police station.

If time hadn't been tight and they hadn't wanted to take too many risks, they might have found even more.

"Did you find it?"

The driver rolled down the window and asked.

"Yeah, we found it."

"Good. With these things, we'll be set."

The driver smiled broadly and then gave his accomplices a look. The meaning was clear: this guy was like a fool, just standing there waiting for them.

The four who had entered the police station hadn't expected the guy from earlier to still be there.

Of course.

They didn't take Lin Fan seriously.

He was young, looked a bit frail, and had a replica sword on his back—it was a strange sight. Perhaps he was just lucky, but in reality, he had likely been scared out of his mind by the apocalypse.

"Kid, you've got guts, surviving until now and running around the streets all by yourself. Do you know what happens if you get spotted by zombies?" the leader with the crew cut said.

"I know. I usually try to communicate with the zombies first and tell them not to be impulsive. If they don't listen, I act in self-defense, and I'll kill the zombie with one strike of my sword."

Lin Fan spoke very calmly.

He just wanted to figure out what exactly they were doing. A police station wasn't a place one could just wander into, and when he had dropped off the money he found, he hadn't seen a single police officer around.

Therefore, in an unattended environment, it would be truly disastrous if a thief were to steal something.

The group listened, their minds full of question marks.

Excuse me... what on earth was he talking about?

Suddenly, the man with the crew cut pointed his gun at Lin Fan's head. "Kid, do you even know what this is?"

"A gun." Lin Fan frowned, as if he had already realized something. "You four just arrived at the police station—did you come to steal guns?"

He had considered many possibilities.

Like stealing money.

Or reporting a crime.

But he never imagined that they would actually be stealing guns.

"Are you sick in the head? Stealing? At a time like this, is there even a need to steal? Ugh, damn it, I'm always running into people like you who are in the apocalypse but still haven't changed their mindset."

The crew-cut man was very annoyed. Every group of people they had killed before had begged bitterly, saying that murder was illegal, that they couldn't do this, and rambling on and on.

It made his head buzz.

The law was gone; who cared anymore?

Of course, he wouldn't actually fire the gun. Once he fired, it would attract zombies. If there were too many zombies, it would be troublesome, and there was no need to fight a horde just for the sake of an idiot.

"You guys had better not do this. You should hurry up and return the guns. According to Article 127 of the Criminal Law, stealing or robbing guns from military or police personnel, thereby endangering public safety, is punishable by ten years or more of imprisonment, life imprisonment, or the death penalty."

He advised them out of the kindness of his heart.

He hoped they would turn over a new leaf.

He had to stop this behavior. He had a feeling these people weren't good, and if they got their hands on firearms, many innocent people would surely suffer. Therefore, he had to intervene.

"Damn it, so annoying. Kill him," the crew-cut man said coldly.

As soon as his voice fell, the thug standing behind him swung a machete directly at Lin Fan's head.

He was ruthless and didn't hesitate at all.

He wants to kill me... In that split second, this thought flashed through Lin Fan's mind, and he had only one thought: self-defense.

In the blink of an eye, a flash of a blade cut through the air.

The crew-cut man didn't know what had happened. He slowly raised his hand to touch his face, feeling something sticky. Upon closer inspection, it was blood. What was going on? Where did the blood come from? The kid in front of him hadn't even fallen.

He looked down, his expression changing in horror.

The thug who had been swinging the machete had been split in two by a single strike.

"Ah, sorry, I've been hacking at zombies in self-defense, I'm just used to it..."

Lin Fan gasped, feeling a bit apologetic. He really hadn't intended for this to happen; he had just reflexively used his self-defense sword strike and forgotten that the opponent was a human.

"Fuck..."

The crew-cut man was furious and pulled the trigger. There was no gunshot. He tried to pull it again, only to find his hand was gone—the hand holding the gun was missing. He looked down and saw his arm lying on the ground.

"Ah..."

He let out a shrill, miserable scream.

The sound was loud.

Faintly, the sounds of zombies could be heard from all directions.

"It has nothing to do with me, I was just defending myself..." Lin Fan found that they really weren't very friendly. How had people in the apocalypse become so irritable that they would try to kill someone over a single disagreement?

This wasn't how he had imagined things would be...