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Wang Zhi looked at the intelligence report released by Tang Qilin and checked the timestamp—it had been posted just around the time they were soaking in the hot spring.
With this, it wouldn’t contradict Jie Xi’s claim that no teams had uploaded any information about mutant zombies.
“Ying-jie, Lao He, come take a look. There’s intelligence on a mutant zombie.”
Wang Zhi called them over. After some discussion, everyone agreed to purchase it. This way, even if Wang Zhi got scammed again, no one would laugh at him.
1,000 survival points were deducted.
Once Wang Zhi unlocked Tang Qilin’s intelligence, he eagerly dove into the content. He had spent 1,000 survival points on this—if he got tricked again, he would challenge Tang Qilin to a duel.
“Speculation: Mutant zombies typically have their own territories and will attack humans.
Discovery: The currently known mutant zombie type is the Swift Type.
Characteristics: Small body, extreme speed, long jumping distance, capable of consuming flesh to recover.”
Wang Zhi carefully read through the intelligence. It provided him with significant insights, making him feel that the 1,000 survival points were well spent. Though Tang Qilin was a bit ruthless with his pricing, his information was indeed valuable. The fact that mutant zombies had their own territorial domains was something Wang Zhi hadn’t noticed before. More importantly, he had now learned of another type of mutant zombie!
“Didn’t expect that glasses guy to be quite trustworthy,” the fat man commented from the side.
“But what if this intelligence is fabricated?” Su Muying asked.
“It shouldn’t be. At least one point can be confirmed—they attack humans. When we were at Z Hospital and first encountered the Phantom Zombie, it was devouring a corpse on the ground.”
As Wang Zhi spoke, he sent the intelligence to Lingling Yao.
“It seems like there are far more types of mutant zombies than we’ve encountered. This is going to be troublesome,” Lao He frowned.
“Let’s get some rest first. Training starts tomorrow,” Wang Zhi said before heading outside.
Wang Zhi lay in bed, unable to sleep. He kept recalling everything that had happened recently. From the moment he stepped into Z Hospital and felt that inexplicable sense of crisis, he had known it wasn’t a coincidence. He could truly feel that danger.
“Ying-jie! I think I understand!” Wang Zhi suddenly sat up in bed.
“Hiss… Whatever it is, tell me tomorrow,” Su Muying groaned, turning over to continue hugging Jialiuli in her sleep.
Left alone in the dark, Wang Zhi remained restless. Maybe it was because he had napped in the hot spring, or maybe he was just too excited.
He got up and went to the living room on the first floor, curling up on the sofa to watch the movies playing on Lingling Yao.
Su Muying woke Wang Zhi from the sofa, where he had fallen asleep. The movie from last night was still playing on repeat.
“What was it you said you understood last night?” Su Muying asked, sitting across from him with a cup of milk.
“Ah, I think I can sense mutant creatures,” Wang Zhi said, sitting up.
“You sure?” Su Muying raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah! The events at Z Hospital prove it. But my sensing range seems very limited,” Wang Zhi explained.
“Hmm… so we could avoid mutant creatures?” Su Muying asked.
“If they haven’t detected us, theoretically, yes. Just like how we could have left Z Hospital safely.”
“Not bad. Our captain is finally getting an upgrade in status.”
Su Muying moved to sit beside Wang Zhi, her hand tracing along his face in a mischievous manner.
“Ahem!”
Lao He, just stepping out of his room, saw the suggestive scene on the sofa and coughed dryly, signaling them to keep it in check.
Taking advantage of Su Muying turning to look at Lao He, Wang Zhi quickly swatted her hand away and moved to another sofa.
“Where are Fatty and Jialiuli?” Wang Zhi asked, noticing their absence.
“They went out to buy food a while ago. What’s taking them so long?”
As Su Muying muttered, the door swung open, and Fatty burst in.
“Guys! Big news!” Fatty rushed in excitedly.
“Calm down, sit and talk properly,” Wang Zhi said, taking a breakfast portion from him.
“Listen up! According to Xiaozhi, the Eternal Doomsday team got wiped out!” Fatty lowered his voice as he spoke.
“What?! Where did you hear this?” Wang Zhi immediately asked.
Though he had never interacted with that team, they were a veteran squad. Back when his own team was still at Level 1, Eternal Doomsday had already been a Level 3 team. If this news spread among the survivors in Dawn Tower, it would cause unimaginable panic.
“Hehe, well… that’s a long story,” Fatty teased, stalling.
“Ying-jie,” Wang Zhi called out, giving Su Muying a look.
“Wait, wait! It was An Qing who told me. We ran into her while buying food and had a quick chat,” Fatty quickly confessed.
“An Qing? How did she know?” Wang Zhi asked, puzzled.
“I asked her. She said she heard it from Jie Xi yesterday. Apparently, the team’s magnetic card signals have been inactive for two days straight. Jie Xi even told her not to spread the word, so don’t go around telling anyone, or it might cause trouble for An Qing,” Fatty warned cautiously.
“Eternal Doomsday ended up even worse than Former Dynasty—completely annihilated, not even a messenger left behind. Interesting,” Su Muying sneered.
“Where did they die?” Lao He frowned.
“Uh… I didn’t ask. She probably didn’t have detailed info either,” Fatty scratched his head sheepishly.
“Could there be another possibility? What if they discarded their magnetic cards and joined another faction?” Lao He suddenly proposed.
“That’s possible! But I doubt there’s a better place than Dawn Tower. The likelihood is too low. If a larger organization truly exists, our situation is even more dangerous,” Wang Zhi analyzed.
The thought sent chills down his spine. If Eternal Doomsday had indeed defected, then another hostile faction had emerged in the shadows.
Wang Zhi stared blankly ahead. Currently, among the long-standing teams on the third floor, only his team and Tang Qilin’s group remained. Two veteran teams had now been reduced to nothing.
He didn’t know how many survivors perished daily outside Dawn Tower, but he did know one thing—the number of teams above them was dwindling.
And that made him feel far from safe.
As the power of the human alliance weakened, what did it matter if his team ranked at the top?