Taking Back the Camp

The Residential Camp's meeting hall.

Han Bing and the others were bound tightly to their chairs. With towels stuffed into his mouth, all he could manage was a muffled "Mmph, mmph," no matter how hard he strained.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Master Hua sauntered over to Han Bing, surrounded by a group of fully armed underlings. He crouched down halfway and looked at Han Bing arrogantly, a sneer curling his lips.

"Brother Han, I gave you a chance before. You can't blame me for this."

Bound to his chair, Han Bing could not move. All he could do was shoot him a few glares as sharp as knife points.

Watching Han Bing struggle, Master Hua smiled in satisfaction. He slowly rose, waved a hand, and told his men, "Leave no survivors. Throw them all outside to feed the zombies!"

But the moment he finished speaking, dozens of loaded rifles swung around to point straight at him.

Master Hua froze at the sight.

"You..."

He quickly recovered, his face flushing red. With an angry snort, he shouted, "You ungrateful bastards! Have you all got a death wish? Put those guns down right now!"

But his words vanished as though swallowed by an endless black hole. Not a single person obeyed.

"Ha ha ha! I should have known it was you!"

Hearing that familiar voice while he was still reeling in shock, Master Hua felt a chill shoot through his body.

That voice... could it be?

No... impossible! He was dead! There was no way he could come back!

As terror filled Master Hua's face, Liu Feng appeared before everyone.

"Brother Feng!"

Standing off to the side, Wang Defa cried out in excitement when he saw the figure walk straight through the door.

Liu Feng glanced at him without saying much. Instead, he walked slowly toward Master Hua.

By now, Master Hua was scared out of his wits. He kept swallowing frantically, his eyes blinking nonstop.

"B-Brother Feng, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me just this once!"

"Spare you? So you can keep hurting my brothers?" Liu Feng's thin lips slowly curved into a mocking smile.

At those words, the fear suddenly vanished from Master Hua's face, replaced by a livid expression.

"Liu Feng, if you insist on wiping us out, then I'll show you my..."

Squelch!

A spray of bloody mist burst into the air. In the middle of his threat, Master Hua felt a hot stream gush from his back. His body went limp, and he dropped onto the floor with a thud.

A moment later, the pain reached his brain. At last, he could no longer hold back a howl of agony.

At the same time, Liu Feng snapped his fingers lightly. In the blink of an eye, the people around him holding firearms dissolved into puddles of blood, without so much as a single bone left behind.

The bloody sight made the people from the other affiliated camps gasp.

They had finally seen the true gap between ordinary survivors and Gene Warriors. Even fully armed, they could not withstand a single snap of a Gene Warrior's fingers.

Liu Feng waved his hand, recalling all the Parasitic Insects and Iron-toothed Insects.

Once Han Bing was untied, he dropped to his knees before Liu Feng.

"Brother Feng, I let you down!"

Liu Feng frowned in distress at the sight. He crouched down and gently helped Han Bing up.

"Han Bing, this wasn't entirely your fault. I bear some responsibility too."

"But, Brother Feng..."

Before Han Bing could finish, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Brother Feng, we've got a serious problem!"

Liu Feng knitted his brows and asked in confusion, "Don't panic. Take your time and tell me."

"B-Brother Feng. I don't know why, but the Zombie Tide that had already retreated suddenly turned around and started charging toward our Residential Camp!"

"What?!"

Generally speaking, zombies could only act based on sounds and smells. That meant a Zombie Tide could only advance in one direction. Even if something attracted them along the way, they could turn ninety degrees at most.

But a sudden hundred-and-eighty-degree turn like this was unheard of.

Still, the situation left Liu Feng no time to dwell on it. The most important thing was to fend off the Zombie Tide before it struck.

"Han Bing, take the men to inspect the perimeter walls. Check for any damage! Everyone else, come up to the platform with me!"

The moment he gave the order, everyone answered his call!

Liu Feng's return alone had been enough to lift everyone's spirits. Removing a thorn in their side made it all the more satisfying. Their enthusiasm had reached an unprecedented height!

Liu Feng arrived on the platform.

Not far away, a vast, dense sea of zombies surged fiercely toward the Residential Camp.

Just then, Little Knife stood beside Liu Feng, curved blade in hand.

"Well? Are you scared?"

Liu Feng recognized Little Knife's familiar voice without even having to think.

"I've never been afraid of zombies!"

A faint smile tugged at Little Knife's lips as she said softly, "Then how about charging down there with me and killing a few?"

Liu Feng rolled his eyes at her in exasperation and said helplessly, "Miss, could you please stop teasing me? I'm a summoner-type Gene Warrior. I fight at range, all right? You're an assassin, and you want an archer to charge into battle with you? Have you no shame?"

Although Little Knife did not understand exactly what Liu Feng's strange words meant, she still smiled at him and said, "Fine, don't come, then. Coward!"

"Hey, you..."

Before Liu Feng could finish, Little Knife leaped straight off the platform and charged directly toward the Zombie Tide.

At the astonishing sight, the burly men on the platform swallowed hard.

"Holy shit, is that girl crazy? She actually wants to fight zombies up close!"

"Uh... this platform's over three meters high. Anyone who can jump down that easily probably isn't ordinary."

"She seems to have come back with Brother Feng. Could she be one too..."

"I knew it. How could an ordinary person move that fast? When she stabbed Master Hua, all I saw was an afterimage."

"Another Gene Warrior! Holy shit, now I've really seen something!"

Listening to the men's astonished cries beside him, Liu Feng felt a little disgruntled. He was a Gene Warrior too, after all, yet Little Knife had stolen all his thunder the moment she appeared!

No, I can't let this slide!

"Iron-toothed Insects! Attack!"

Before his words had even faded, nearly 400,000 Iron-toothed Insects appeared out of nowhere. Silver filled the sky, leaving everyone staring wide-eyed in shock.

(End of chapter)