"Chen Jianxun, get in here if you can before spouting that useless crap!"
Hu Liena snorted coldly and shouted at Chen Jianxun through the little window in the air-raid shelter's heavy iron door.
Zhao Su's shelter housed only a few dozen people, most of them women and children. Apart from Zhao Su and Hu Liena's group of seven, those who could actually fight...
Numbered only another dozen or so reasonably strong young men.
If not for Zhao Su and the others, these people might have been killed long ago in this chaotic world.
"Do you really think I have no way to break through this lousy iron door?"
Chen Jianxun sneered at Hu Liena, then waved at someone behind him.
The man understood, raised the Soul Tool in his hands, and aimed it at the air-raid shelter's heavy iron door.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Otherwise, once I break through this door, not one of you will survive!"
"But now you've lost your chance!"
A cold voice rang out, and Zhao Su and his four companions appeared before Chen Jianxun and the others at the same time.
In just a few blinks, the dozen or so men accompanying Chen Jianxun had their throats slit.
Yan even stepped forward to pick up the Soul Tool that had been aimed at the iron door, then trained it on Chen Jianxun, whose legs Zhao Su had crippled.
"Please spare me, big brother! I was only following Shi Tianzheng's orders! I had no choice! If I didn't do it, Shi Tianzheng would have killed me!"
Chen Jianxun immediately burst into tears. Ignoring the pain in his broken legs, he begged for mercy while repeatedly pounding his forehead against the ground.
Before long, his forehead was bleeding.
"Be more careful in your next life!"