Wang Qiang, like Dong Zi, found it difficult to accept Nan Muran’s decision.

But they understood in their hearts that, although Nan Muran and Jia Wu were strong, they were not soldiers.

There was no real reason for them to risk themselves for an unknown situation.

Si Ye and the others quickly started checking the weapons in their backpacks.

They then realized that the spare backpack Nan Muran had given them was filled with various types of grenades.

“Thank you.” Eagle sincerely thanked Nan Muran.

Nan Muran shook her head. “No need.”

As they looked at the four men, fully equipped with military backpacks, running toward the most dangerous position under the setting sun, full of courage and fearlessness, not looking back, Nan Muran couldn’t help but feel a little teary-eyed.

“Are you really not going to help them?” Jia Wu asked, surprised.

Knowing Nan Muran’s feelings for Si Ye, how could she possibly watch them go to their death without doing anything?

Nan Muran looked at their retreating figures, sighed helplessly, and said, “Honestly, I don’t want to care at all, but I just can’t ignore it.”

Jia Wu understood after hearing this. Nan Muran could never completely disregard the lives of the four of them.

“Go do your work,” Nan Muran said, feeling a deep sense of frustration that she needed to release in the most violent way.

The few men gathered at the window on the third floor, watching as Si Ye and the others left, thinking they had escaped danger.

But when they turned around, they saw that Nan Muran and Jia Wu had packed their bags and were heading toward the supermarket.

“Just two people?” The man with awakened power-type abilities looked at them approaching and sneered.

If six soldiers had come up, he would have had no chance. But now, there were only two people, and one of them was a woman.

Sixteen against two—there was no need to be cautious, and their confidence had risen considerably.

After Nan Muran and Jia Wu broke open the door on the first floor, they headed straight for the third floor where the men had gathered.

“Hey, the little girl’s quite pretty,” the man with the awakened power-type abilities said, teasing as he watched Nan Muran, in military green combat gear, appear at the third-floor stairwell.

But before the man could finish his words, Nan Muran had already set down her equipment, gripped a triangular military knife, and charged toward him.

Her movements were extremely fast, her strikes vicious, not giving him a chance to retaliate.

The power-type abilities user only had doubled strength, but his speed didn’t change much.

Facing her swift and agile attacks, he couldn’t react in time. He instinctively raised his arm to block as the blade approached his face.

The sharp military knife left a deep wound, exposing the bone, across his forearm.

“Dammit, you’re asking for death,” the man cursed in pain.

But Nan Muran didn’t stop her attacks after injuring him. She continued, getting faster and faster. He was a power-type ability user, so one hit could be troublesome, and she wouldn’t give him a chance to retaliate.

Since she lacked real combat experience, she decided to accumulate it.

After injuring the man several more times, Nan Muran seized the opportunity when he threw a wild punch. She used his momentum to flip onto his shoulder, quickly controlled his head with her left hand, and drove the military knife into his neck with her right.

The remaining men, watching the situation unfold, changed their expressions drastically.

But before they could react, Nan Muran once again charged into the crowd. The military knife in her hand constantly reversed, taking the lives of her enemies.

Soon, the narrow hallway on the third floor of the supermarket was stained with blood.

The men who had tried to sneak attack but failed to escape were quickly dealt with by Jia Wu.

When they finally stopped, the floor was littered with fourteen bodies, most of them stabbed through the heart or had their carotid arteries slashed.

“Why are there only fourteen?” Nan Muran said after counting the bodies.

Jia Wu gestured toward the warehouse door.

Nan Muran walked directly toward it, intending to kick open the warehouse door.

A little awkwardly, she failed to kick it open.

“Inside, lie down and don’t move,” Nan Muran said as she pulled out a pistol and shot at the lock.

“Please, don’t shoot,” a fearful male voice came from inside after several shots.

Then, the warehouse door slowly creaked open. A man holding a short knife and holding a young girl hostage appeared. “Let me go, or I’ll kill her.”

Nan Muran frowned slightly and raised her gun, aiming at the man. “Kill her, you’ve already killed so many people.”

The man never expected her to react this way, and he froze for a moment.

It was in that brief moment that Nan Muran shot without hesitation, hitting him squarely in the forehead.

Then, while another man stood frozen in fear, she quickly turned the gun and took him down as well.

On the third floor of the supermarket, all sixteen men lay dead on the ground, none left standing.

Nan Muran casually holstered her gun and, after finding a slightly empty spot among the supermarket shelves, sat down against the wall and took a sip of water.

Inside the warehouse, five girls were sitting, staring at the dead bodies in terror, too scared to move.

But when they saw what Nan Muran was doing, they looked confused.

“Are you here to save us?” one girl in a white dress asked, looking at Nan Muran, who was sitting calmly and drinking water. Despite Nan Muran’s terrifying aura, her beauty made her seem less frightening.

Nan Muran nodded. “They’re all dead. You can leave now.”

“Leave? Aren’t you supposed to take us with you? Aren’t you soldiers?” The girl in the white dress looked at Nan Muran with confusion, her expression growing more anxious at the mention of leaving.

Nan Muran looked at her indifferently. “There’s a military-established safe zone over at Nan Mountain. You can make your way there yourself.”

“We can’t. And we’re too scared. There are so many zombies on the road. You’re so strong, why can’t you take us with you?” The girl in the white dress looked at Nan Muran, her eyes reddening, her vulnerability clear as she embodied the softness and fragility of women.

The other girls quickly nodded, agreeing with her.

Nan Muran stood up, her tone cold. “If you’re too scared to even try to survive, you might as well stay here and wait to die.”

Her words were so cold and decisive that the five girls were stunned into silence.

As Nan Muran was about to leave, she glanced at the others and suddenly noticed two girls in the far corner of the warehouse, bruised and curled in pain on the floor. “Were they the ones who called for help?”

“Yes,” the girl in the white dress answered honestly, though she didn’t understand the meaning of the question.

After receiving confirmation, Nan Muran entered the room, helped the injured girls sit up, and took out water, bread, and medicine from her backpack to give them.

“Thank you,” the girl with a ponytail, the first to stand and call for help, said gratefully, despite being covered in wounds.

The other girl also thanked her, staring at Nan Muran with bright eyes.

Although their injuries were severe, they felt a deep sense of relief because they had been saved.