Chapter 7: On the Brink

On the other side, inside the room, Zhao Yang stared intently at the screen.

“Hmph, just a mere Level 1 rookie team, and they dare to disregard me!” Zhao Yang clenched his fists and said fiercely.

“What’s wrong, Captain? Someone has the guts to provoke you?”

“Yeah, someone on the second floor actually dares to mess with us. I think they must be tired of living!”

The ones speaking were Su Xiaopeng and Li Dakai from the Chiyan team.

“A newcomer. That kid really hit the jackpot—he’s got a stunning beauty by his side. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.” Zhao Yang recalled Ying’s perfect figure and spoke lustfully.

“Zhao, you better be careful. If Sister Lian hears you talking like this, she won’t let you off.”

“Qiangzi, that woman? Wei Xiaolian doesn’t even compare to half of her. Later, let’s go to the lobby, teach that kid a lesson, and take the woman for ourselves.” After Zhao Yang finished speaking, he got up and walked out.

Qiangzi immediately followed and turned back to say, “Dapeng, go to the first floor and find Sister Lian. Bring her along.”

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Meanwhile, Wang Zhi finished organizing the supplies and estimated that the food would last the four of them nearly a month.

Then, he inserted the magnetic card into the side of Ling Ling Yao’s screen to check the team’s survival points.

He discovered that there were 10 personal survival points on the card, meaning each person was given 10 points initially, while the team’s survival points were still at zero.

Training for 16 hours a day would be tough, but 8 hours was definitely manageable. Entering the facility with the card would automatically start the timer. If someone wanted to slack off, they could just go to the industrial area instead, where even hanging around for 8 hours would earn 15 survival points.

However, Wang Zhi was determined to train because he knew there had to be a reason why the Dawn Tower required it. The other reason was the need to face the zombies after the catastrophe. He had only seen zombies in movies; he had no idea what they were really like. The only thing he could do now was improve himself as much as possible so he could secure a place in this apocalyptic world.

“Let’s focus on training for now. We need to gather more survival points and prepare for what’s coming!” Wang Zhi said to the group.

“Captain, why do we need survival points?” Fatty leaned in curiously.

“Save them for later,” Wang Zhi replied.

“When exactly is ‘later’?” Fatty asked again.

“…Ying, please beat him up for me.” Wang Zhi sighed, feeling that Fatty was asking for trouble.

“No, no, no! I was wrong! I won’t ask anymore!” Fatty immediately recalled Ying’s brutality.

“Alright, let’s all work hard. If there are no objections, let’s head to training now,” Wang Zhi said.

The four of them stepped out of the room and headed towards the lobby.

“We meet again, Captain Wang.”

Suddenly, someone called out to Wang Zhi from behind. From the voice, he immediately recognized it as Zhao Yang.

Wang Zhi turned around and saw four men and one woman staring at them with hostility.

“What do you want?” Wang Zhi had anticipated trouble from Zhao Yang, but he hadn’t expected it to come this quickly.

“Nothing much. We just want that beauty behind you to come to our dorm and serve the brothers well. We’ve been here for a while, and we’re eager to taste some fresh meat.” Li Dakai sneered.

“Are you kidding me? Don’t you have a woman in your team? Why not take care of your own needs instead of hitting on the girls in my team?” Wang Zhi pretended to be clueless and asked.

That shut Zhao Yang up. Was he supposed to say outright, in front of Wei Xiaolian, that she wasn’t even half as attractive as the girl with Wang Zhi?

“You’re looking for death, kid! Fight me in the arena!” Zhao Yang clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

More and more people gathered around to watch the spectacle, and Zhao Yang knew he couldn’t just attack outright. Instead, he challenged Wang Zhi to a sanctioned duel in the combat arena. If both sides agreed, it wouldn’t count as an assault.

The crowd murmured among themselves:

“This is gonna be good.”

“Which team had the guts to cross Chiyan? Unlucky for them.”

“Never seen them before. Must be newbies.”

“Should we help them out?”

“Shut up, you want to die?”

Some onlookers enjoyed the drama, while others were angered by the injustice.

Li Feihong finally understood the situation. These bastards wanted to defile his goddess? Outraged, he pointed at the five from Chiyan and cursed, “You animals dare lay a finger on my goddess? You either step over my dead body or go home and eat your meals. Don’t push me, or I’ll make sure you all regret it!”

“Enough, Fatty. No need to waste words with them. We’re not going,” Wang Zhi said, leading his team toward the training area.

“Hah! Weren’t you acting all tough just now, Wang Zhi? Why are you backing down like a coward?” Zhao Yang taunted.

“My legs, my choice. I’ll go where I want,” Wang Zhi replied.

“Fine! Very well! Your legs, right? Then today, I’ll make sure you don’t have them anymore!”

With that, Zhao Yang charged at Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi hadn’t expected Zhao Yang to outright ignore the rules of the Dawn Tower and attack him so suddenly.

Zhao Yang launched a kick, and though Wang Zhi reacted quickly and assumed a defensive stance, the sheer force sent him flying.

Wang Zhi crashed to the ground, rolling twice before coming to a stop.

“Captain, are you okay?” Fatty rushed over, concerned.

“I’m fine! I blocked it with my arm, but he’s strong. Don’t fight them,” Wang Zhi warned weakly.

Zhao Yang was about to move in for another strike when a towering figure stepped between them—Lao He.

Zhao Yang sneered, “Your weakling captain got sent flying with one kick, and you think you’ll fare any better?”

Lao He simply stood there, silently staring at him.

“Tch, another fool!” Zhao Yang growled, swinging his fist at Lao He’s head.

Smack! Zhao Yang’s arm stopped mid-air, his wrist firmly gripped by Lao He.

Clearly, he hadn’t expected this “fool” to catch his attack so effortlessly. He attempted to break free and lifted his leg to kick Lao He, but before he could, Lao He twisted his arm and slammed him to the ground.

“What are you all waiting for? Get them!” Zhao Yang shouted at his teammates.

The other three immediately joined the fight, clashing with Lao He.

Meanwhile, Wei Xiaolian slowly approached Ying.

“Little b*tch, let’s see if anyone still wants you after I ruin that pretty face of yours!” She sneered, drawing a dagger and lunging at Ying’s face.

Clang!

The dagger fell to the ground, drawing everyone’s attention.

Ying stood behind Wei Xiaolian, a dagger pressed to her throat.

“Oh dear, why make things difficult for another woman? And ruining my face? That’s so cruel.” Ying said softly.

“Xiaolian! Let her go, or you’ll regret it!” Zhao Yang shouted while still fighting Lao He.

“Oh? Now that you put it that way, I definitely won’t let her go. What if I really get disfigured someday? That would be a disaster.”

“Enough! Stop!”

A group of armored figures appeared in the distance.