Later, through scientists' continued research, the theory of genetic inheritance became known to the public.
By mating humans with Gene Warriors, genetic pairing could take place. Successful pairings could produce second-generation Gene Warriors.
Although the general public despised this method of producing Gene Warriors, it was the most sustainable approach.
Because in the apocalypse, survival was the first law.
Women, whose bodies were physically more vulnerable, had to rely on men's protection to survive in this apocalyptic world.
Becoming a Gene Warrior's woman was therefore the best choice. If she could give birth to a second-generation Gene Warrior, she would truly be a chosen woman.
And Little Knife was one of those chosen offspring.
She had inherited her father's speed and her mother's beauty. Yet because of her sex, her family had always rejected her.
So, once she came of age, she left her family's protection and struck out alone.
Looking at Little Knife beside him, Liu Feng's heart ached for her. No wonder she had not made a sound while treating her wounds. There were other things that hurt her far more.
The two continued onward without stopping, with the insect army clearing their path. Although they moved relatively slowly, they reached the vicinity of the Residential Camp in just an hour.
Liu Feng looked up. Quite a few zombies still surrounded the Residential Camp. Up on the high platform, some of the men were already clearing them out.
"Is this the place?" Little Knife asked.
Looking at the Residential Camp several kilometers away, Liu Feng nodded.
"Things don't look good. We'd better hurry over!"
"Iron-toothed Insects, clear a path!"
As soon as he spoke, nearly 400,000 Iron-toothed Insects swarmed toward the nearby zombies, blotting out the sky. In the blink of an eye, a zombie dissolved into a pool of blood.
[Ding! Killed one ordinary zombie. EXP: 10] [Ding! Killed one "ordinary zombie" (strength type). EXP: 20] [Ding! Killed one "ordinary zombie" (speed type). EXP: 20]
As the system notifications kept ringing in Liu Feng's mind, they drew closer and closer to the Residential Camp.
But just as Liu Feng was about to call to the people on the platform for help, he suddenly noticed something wrong.
"Hm? Why did you suddenly stop?" Little Knife looked at Liu Feng in confusion.
Liu Feng instinctively shielded Little Knife behind him and said quietly, "The people on the platform don't seem to be my men!"
On the camp's platform.
A man holding the Rain-Ink Fan was leisurely watching the zombies outside the camp that had yet to disperse.
Just then, an underling hurried over, his face brimming with delight.
"M-Master Hua, I've tied everyone up, just like you ordered!"
Only then did Master Hua nod in satisfaction. He closed the Rain-Ink Fan and slowly turned around, the corners of his mouth curling upward smugly.
"Hmph, those fools actually held out for a dead man. Since you don't want to take this position, I won't stand on ceremony!"
With that, Master Hua turned his gaze to his underling.
"Little Cui, lead the way. I want to see those stubborn fools!"
"This way, please, Master Hua."
Meanwhile, outside the Residential Camp.
Liu Feng and Little Knife hid behind a large tree, silently watching what was happening on the camp's platform nearby.
Little Knife nudged Liu Feng's arm and asked quietly, her face expressionless, "Liu Feng, you said the people on that platform aren't your men. Could something have happened within your camp?"
At that question, countless possibilities instantly burst into Liu Feng's mind.
An internal revolt?
Impossible!
Under Liu Feng's leadership during this time, all the men in the Residential Camp had come to admire him deeply and were willing to follow him with unwavering loyalty. Besides, as long as Han Bing was there, an internal revolt would never happen in the Residential Camp.
Then...
Liu Feng shook his head, trying hard to think positively.
Maybe I'm overthinking it? Perhaps they've just changed shifts for lookout duty. After all, people from several other neighborhoods have joined the Residential Camp.
But even then, there should be at least one of my men up there!
For the moment, Liu Feng could not make up his mind. After all, he had no idea what had happened inside the camp.
After a long hesitation, Little Knife drew the curved blade she carried close to her body and gently tugged Liu Feng's sleeve.
"Hey... are we still going in?"
Hearing that, Liu Feng focused his gaze, his faint brows drawing together.
"Yes!"
With that, the two crept along on tiptoe, using the thick trees around them as cover as they slipped past the wandering zombies toward the Residential Camp.
Liu Feng and Little Knife were both Gene Warriors, so avoiding the eyes on the platform was fairly easy. In the blink of an eye, they reached the wall beneath it.
Liu Feng pricked up his ears and heard the conversation on the platform perfectly.
"Hey, buddy, do you think that Brother Feng will come back?"
"Pfft, he got lost all alone in the Zombie Tide. Even if he had ten lives, he probably wouldn't make it back!"
"Then doesn't that mean our Master Hua will... hehehe."
"That's why, as long as we follow Master Hua, we'll have all the wealth and glory we could ever want!"
As he listened to the conversation on the platform, Liu Feng's face instantly darkened, and an icy aura surrounded him.
"A real-life version of the farmer and the snake. How does it feel? Hurts, doesn't it?" Little Knife held her curved blade, a smile playing across her shapely red lips that made Liu Feng's head spin.
Liu Feng's mind was in turmoil, leaving him no room to pay attention to Little Knife's teasing. His expression was angry as he struggled to suppress his rage.
"Sure enough, there's no such thing as trust in the apocalypse! This was my mistake!"
Looking at the resolve in Liu Feng's eyes, Little Knife's lips curved slightly into a meaningful smile.
"All right, I'll just help you take back the camp."
No sooner had she spoken than Little Knife blurred and vanished from Liu Feng's sight. Before he could recover, he heard the wet slice of a blade cutting through flesh on the platform, followed by a heavy stench of blood.
"Liu Feng, what are you standing there for? Get in here!"
Liu Feng looked up toward her voice. Little Knife, her face covered in blood, was leaning against the platform's railing and smiling down at him.
"Damn it, that platform is over three meters high. You're a speed-type Gene Warrior, so of course you can get up there easily. I'm a summoning type. How the hell am I supposed to do what you did?" Liu Feng cursed under his breath.
Little Knife's thin lips curved upward. She raised her dripping blade and stepped back with a smile.
In the blink of an eye, the Residential Camp's heavy iron gates creaked open.
Looking at the familiar scene inside the camp, a bloodthirsty smile blossomed across Liu Feng's face.
(End of chapter)
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