Chapter 48.2

This was what the fourth brother couldn’t understand the most.

The words made Xue Ling pause, and she lowered her mask, glancing at Wen Jiuze.

She knew that Wen Jiuze had a grudge against this group of lion heads, but she wasn’t clear on the details. Wen Jiuze hadn’t explained everything to her last time.

It turns out, this was related to her.

Wen Jiuze didn’t look at her. He spoke lazily, “You’re wrong. She’s not the person I was looking for. She’s just someone who happened to be in my way.”

The fourth brother sneered. “Whether she is or isn’t, since she’s with you, you’ll have to watch your brothers sleep with her today. If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for getting involved in our business!”

Wen Jiuze’s face darkened. His irritation finally showed, and the fourth brother burst into laughter.

Xue Ling’s expression was more complicated.

It was indeed unpleasant to hear such words, but as soon as she pulled down her mask to reveal her blue, zombie-like face, those men would be forced to swallow their words.

In this world, no one dared to sleep with a zombie!

The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode. But the fourth brother suddenly holstered his gun and said, “I’ll give you a chance.”

“Let’s have a fight. If you win, I’ll let you and your girlfriend go.”

Brother De, who looked honest, disagreed when he heard this. He thought that, in this situation, they shouldn’t give the enemy a chance to turn things around.

But they couldn’t control the fourth brother. Though he was loyal, he was also very selfish and refused to listen to advice. So, they temporarily lowered their guns at the fourth brother’s signal.

Wen Jiuze also returned his gun to his waist, keeping his hand on it in case of a sudden attack.

The fourth brother was a martial artist. For the first thirty years of his life, he had never met an opponent and was always proud of his skills until he met Wen Jiuze.

Wen Jiuze was trained in the Wen family. Grandpa Wen had trained him differently from Wen Xuan, preparing him for dangerous situations, so physical skills were crucial.

In terms of experience and talent, the fourth brother, a few years older than Wen Jiuze, could never match him. It was the same now as it had been the last time they fought.

The two fought for more than ten minutes, with the fourth brother gradually losing the upper hand. Just as the fourth brother was about to be defeated and controlled by Wen Jiuze, Brother De suddenly fired at Wen Jiuze.

Thanks to his honed sense of danger from years of life-and-death experiences, Wen Jiuze seemed to predict it. He grabbed the fourth brother by the neck and flipped him over, using him as a shield.

Several exclamations were heard at the same time, and the remaining three people pointed their guns at Wen Jiuze one after another.

But since he and the fourth brother were tangled up and rolling, they feared shooting him by accident. They had no choice but to lower their guns and rush in to separate them first.

Almost immediately after Brother De fired, Xue Ling, who had been standing silently, moved. She charged toward Brother De.

No one there took her seriously, not even Brother De.

In this critical moment, seeing her charge toward him as if to commit suicide, he shot at her without hesitation, just wanting to eliminate her quickly and help the fourth brother.

The shot struck Xue Ling’s body, but it didn’t even slow her down for a second.

The type of pistol used only created small holes in a zombie’s body, and Xue Ling wasn’t bothered by it.

In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of Brother De. When he saw her blue face under the mask and tried to aim his gun at her head, it was already too late.

The zombie bit into his throat.

Brother De managed only a final scream before dying, and the gun fell from his hand.

The incident occurred in mere seconds. When Brother De was bitten to death, the three young men had just reached Wen Jiuze and the fourth brother. As they heard the scream and turned around, they saw Brother De lying on the ground.

Xue Ling turned around, revealing her bloody face, and her zombie-red eyes shone through her cracked sunglasses.

“Brother De!”

“She’s a zombie!”

After the initial shock, one of the young men raised his gun to shoot Xue Ling in the head.

Xue Ling quickly moved to the side of the car. Luckily, the man’s aim was off, and the bullet missed, hitting the ground near her instead.

Wen Jiuze struggled with the fourth brother, but the other two took advantage of the situation and attacked him, landing heavy blows across his body.

Seeing someone pointing a gun at Xue Ling, he ignored the two young men attacking him and rushed toward the shooter with the fourth brother, whose face was turning purple.

The man who fired the gun was knocked to the ground, and his shot missed. Xue Ling opened the door of the car that the fourth brother and his friends were riding in and got in.

In the cramped space, anyone with sense would know not to shoot.

Another man, who had caught up with the car, drew a knife.

Xue Ling wasn’t quick enough to dodge and was slashed twice, with the knife cutting into the tough flesh of her arm.

But zombies had an advantage: as long as their heads were intact, they couldn’t be killed easily, even when hacked at. On the other hand, anyone caught or bitten by them was doomed.

The space was tight, and Xue Ling, furious, ignored the knife’s strikes as she grabbed the man’s face.

The man felt an icy chill across his face as a large chunk of flesh was torn from his cheek.

He screamed, clutching his face, his vision gone, and flailed his hand to grab Xue Ling as they both tumbled out of the car.

Another young man, who had come closer, picked up the knife and swung it fiercely at Xue Ling’s neck.

“Bang!”

The knife had only fallen halfway when he was pulled down from behind.

It was Wen Jiuze. He had let go of the fourth brother, who had almost suffocated him, and stopped the knife from striking.

The young man, yanked down by Wen Jiuze, quickly reacted. He missed Xue Ling and swung the knife at Wen Jiuze the moment he was pulled down.

The last remaining man helped the almost dead fourth brother up and shot Wen Jiuze in the back.

There was no time to think. Wen Jiuze instinctively dodged the bullet.

He avoided the fatal shot in his back but couldn’t evade the knife aimed at him.

The blade sliced through his arm and into his chest, and blood spurted out.

Wen Jiuze grabbed the knife and swung it at the man, knocking him down. He quickly drew his gun and shot the last survivor.

“Bang!”

The ground was covered in blood.

Brother De’s neck had been crushed too hard by the zombie bite, preventing him from turning. His wide eyes stared vacantly as he lay beside the car.

The young man whose face was torn off by Xue Ling wasn’t dead yet. He rolled on the ground and slowly turned into a zombie.

One man, hacked to death by Wen Jiuze, lay by the car door. Another, shot to death, fell on top of the fourth brother.

Only the fourth brother remained, his face still purple from suffocation. He covered the wound on his body and tried to grab the gun that had fallen on the ground.

Wen Jiuze’s chest heaved violently. He kicked the gun away before the fourth brother could reach it and dealt with him without a word.

The battle happened quickly and ended just as fast. From Brother De firing his shot to now, only a few minutes have passed.

Xue Ling rushed out of the car, hurrying toward Wen Jiuze.

Wen Jiuze’s body was covered in wounds from his struggle with the fourth brother. The gash on his chest and arm were deep and long.

He stood next to the fourth brother’s body and looked at Xue Ling. She was also wounded, with fresh cuts on her arms and waist.

Xue Ling’s steps slowed as she neared him. Her gaze was fixed on his chest wound.

Wen Jiuze glanced down, noticing that the blood from his wound had slowly stopped flowing.

But that wasn’t a good sign. The blood had begun to clot, darkening, and the edges of the wound were turning black.

Realizing something, Wen Jiuze looked at the knife in his hand.

This was the knife he had just taken from the other man. Before it had struck him, it had slashed Xue Ling.