Second-Tier Anomaly

Chen Fan wandered around the gas station and ran into Nie Shufeng, who was also hanging around there with nothing to do.

There were few supplies at the gas station, just a convenience store.

It had long since been picked clean.

Nie Shufeng and his people had already taken their share too.

All that remained was to wait for the vehicles to be refueled.

Chen Fan walked over to Nie Shufeng with a smile.

"Brother Shu, how was it? You got plenty from the convenience store, right?"

Nie Shufeng glanced at Chen Fan, doing his best to ignore the way he had addressed him.

"Same to you. You absorbed an entire convoy. Can you fit all those supplies? If not, I can take some off your hands."

Take some off his hands? Dream on.

Chen Fan grinned. "There weren't that many supplies. I only took ten percent from all the survivors. Well, Brother Shu, wasn't that generous of me? Isn't that less than your Fairness Convoy takes? I think your Fairness Convoy ought to change its name."

Nie Shufeng smiled without saying a word.

Chen Fan immediately grew suspicious.

That wasn't the right reaction.

"Brother Shu, tell me honestly, what percentage does your convoy take from survivors?"

Nie Shufeng turned and walked toward his vehicle.

Chen Fan complained, "Hey, seriously? Keeping quiet and playing the strong, silent type?"

"Haha, our captain just thinks you're stupid."

A clear laugh came from the other side.

Chen Fan looked over and saw Zheng Alin sitting on the hood of her Bao-brand electric SUV, which had been fitted with solar panels.

Her vehicle was fully electric. In theory, the solar panels on its roof alone couldn't possibly provide enough power.

But he had seen her go to refuel earlier, so perhaps she had switched it to a gas-electric hybrid system after the apocalypse.

"You'd better make yourself clear. Who are you calling stupid?"

Chen Fan's gaze turned cold, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared behind him.

Zheng Alin jumped down from the vehicle with a smile, resting her right hand on a yellow sword at her right hip.

"Look at you, getting worked up again. You think every convoy takes a cut from survivors? Our Fairness Convoy doesn't take a cut. All the supplies survivors scavenge belong to them. Well? Surprised? Delighted?"

Chen Fan froze and withdrew the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Then his face darkened.

Damn it, he'd run into a tryhard.

Everyone else took a cut, but they didn't. Were they trying to start a competition?

"You win!"

Chen Fan tossed out those words and left Zheng Alin smiling where she stood.

When he returned to the RV, Yan Kuan and the others had already cleaned it up.

The whole thing looked brand-new, and the sheets and the like had all been replaced.

Chen Fan couldn't wait to rush aboard and pull out the bathing set he had scavenged earlier.

He hummed a tune.

"I love taking baths, they make my skin so nice..."

The sound of running water soon came from the bathroom.

Chen Fan let out a howl.

"So good! Three months! I haven't bathed in three months. This feels so good! Who knows how I got through those three months? I'm going to use body wash three times!"

Inside the gas station's convenience store.

A middle-aged woman and a child were carefully searching through the convenience store.

The place had been picked clean.

With a child in tow, the middle-aged woman couldn't compete with the other big, burly men. She could only come back for another search after everyone else had finished scavenging.

She wanted to see if she could find some food others had left behind, food that was dirty or barely edible.

In a corner of the convenience store, unnoticed by the middle-aged woman.

Wisps of mist seeped out of thin air, gradually forming a small cloud.

The woman's eyes lit up as she searched for food. She had spotted a biscuit on the floor that had been crushed underfoot.

The crumbs were mixed with dirt, and no one had been willing to pick them up.

But the middle-aged woman pounced on them as though she had found a treasure, pulling the child along.

She carefully scooped up every crumb and held them to the child's mouth.

"Xiaohai, quick, eat..."

Looking at the thin, frail child, the woman couldn't hold back her tears.

The child ate the dirt-covered crumbs mouthful by mouthful, not stopping even when he choked.

In the corner of the convenience store, the mist had spread into a continuous cloud.

Suddenly, the mist surged, and a tall, terrifying figure walked out of it.

The figure wore a white mask covered with little holes. Only the holes at the eyes were larger, revealing a pair of eyes.

Carrying a machete, the figure strode toward the mother and son in the convenience store.

Almost at the same time, Wang Bing's voice came over the walkie-talkie.

His voice was urgent, almost a shout.

"Danger! I can't see through it. It's very likely a second-tier anomaly. Run!"

Nie Shufeng, who had reclined his seat and was lying in his vehicle, abruptly sat upright.

He quickly grabbed a megaphone, climbed out and shouted to the entire convoy.

"Everyone, get in your vehicles and run, right now, immediately!"

As he shouted, the convenience store's glass doors were kicked to pieces.

A masked figure carrying a machete walked out of the store.

Blood was still dripping from the blade.

Nie Shufeng's shout had thrown the convoy into confusion. Many people hurried to get into their vehicles, causing chaos.

The masked man strode out. He only seemed to be walking, yet he was faster than some people could run.

In two steps, he reached someone.

With one slash, he chopped the person in two.

"Aaah-!!"

The bloody sight made many people scream.

The masked man charged into the crowd like a wolf among sheep, leaving corpses all over the ground in a short time.

Someone was driven into a corner and tried to rush the masked man in a desperate fight.

The masked man simply seized the person by the throat and lifted them like a chick.

After snapping their neck, he casually hurled them more than a hundred meters, killing over a dozen people with the impact.

Nie Shufeng and the others were all shocked by the sight.

Nie Shufeng in particular went pale at the sight of the masked man.

"It's a second-tier anomaly, Killer Jisen. We're no match for him. Retreat!"

At that moment, the masked man walked up to a car.

He flipped it over and threw it.

It hit the ground and exploded with a roar.

Wu Zhiyou's box truck was not far from the exploding car.

That made Wu Zhiyou furious.

If the car had landed on him, his truck would have been wrecked.

And so would the whole truckload of supplies.

"Damn, that pisses me off. So what if he's a second-tier anomaly?"

Wu Zhiyou jumped out of his truck, rolled his neck and twisted his wrists, then charged toward the second-tier anomaly.

Nie Shufeng was stunned by Wu Zhiyou's actions.

"Fuck, you damn panda, who the hell told you to charge? I said retreat!"

But Wu Zhiyou paid him no heed. By then, he had already reached Killer Jisen.

He clenched his black bear paw into a fist and punched.

"Iron Arm!"

A faint metallic sheen appeared on his arm.

His fist struck Jisen squarely in the chest.

Jisen was sent flying.

Wu Zhiyou's face lit up.

"Some second-tier anomaly. I don't think he's much after all!"

But after being sent flying and hitting the ground, Jisen got right back up.

He looked completely unscathed.

The delight vanished from Wu Zhiyou's face.

"Go, go!"

Seeing Jisen sent flying, Nie Shufeng shouted.

This was a rare opportunity.

With that, he paid Wu Zhiyou no further attention and had the entire convoy set off.

Chen Fan was rinsing off for the last time in the RV's bathroom.

Yan Kuan ran over and shouted toward the bathroom, "Captain, a second-tier anomaly showed up at the gas station. The convoy's about to run for it."

With that, he climbed into the passenger seat.

Rongrong started the RV.

The entire convoy rushed onto the road and began its escape.

Those at the back who were too slow, or had no vehicle, were in trouble.

"Wait! Don't leave us behind!"

"Damn it, you superhumans, fight!"

"Boo-hoo, I don't want to die yet..."

Behind them, Killer Jisen had caught up.

The ordinary survivors were basically cut down one by one.

Chen Fan stood in the bathroom, still covered in some suds.

As the vehicle started moving, he swayed with it, stumbling from side to side.

"Damn it, wait until I'm done washing before you leave! How am I supposed to wash like this?!"