Chapter 3334 - Ch: 41-50

Chapter 41: One Month Later!

Seong-kyeong panicked and glanced back at Li Bingbingand the other two. Seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, she suddenly reached out and pinched Ling Feng's waist, opening her mouth to silently say: "You're crazy!"

Ling Feng unconcernedly rubbed it a couple more times, finding it somewhat addictive to say the least. After satisfying his hand craving, Ling Feng finally pulled it back and intentionally put it under his nose, making a sniffing gesture.

This terrified Seong-kyeong while making her heart flutter. Forcing her head back around, she said: "Since you're fine, I'm going back."

"Alright. Oh right, you're a pregnant woman now. If you need anything normally, you can tell Sang-hwa, and when we go out, we'll pay more attention to bringing it back."

Hearing this, Seong-kyeong paused her steps and turned to look at Ling Feng.

When he needed her, he called her baby, but when he didn't need her, he told her to look for Sang-hwa!

"Then I'm telling you now, remember it!" Seong-kyeong's words were filled with a bellyful of anger.

"Alright, then go ahead, I'm noting it down."

"I need various supplements, as well as baby diapers, milk powder, and things like that." In truth, the things she needed weren't really that many.

Ling Feng nodded and said: "Alright, no problem, I've remembered it."

"Hmph."

With a soft huff, Seong-kyeong pulled open the door and left amidst a loud 'bang' of the door slamming shut.

"What's wrong with her?" Li Bingbing furrowed her brows and squinted sideways at the closed car door, her tone not very pleasant.

She had heard the conversation between the two just now. Clearly, Ling Feng had kindly and proactively offered to help search for the supplies she needed, so why did she still get angry in the end?

"It's nothing. She's pregnant and in a bad mood. Don't be hostile towards her either; her loyalty can be guaranteed, so throwing a little tantrum is no big deal." Fearing that Li Bingbing would hold a grudge against Seong-kyeongbecause of this, he still hurriedly spoke up to explain.

Lest things become unpleasant later on.

Though he didn't really understand what was wrong with Seong-kyeong either...

"You just keep spoiling them!"

Smiling, Ling Feng didn't make any other remarks. He couldn't possibly say that she shouldn't even be allowed to throw a little temper.

The bedding was quickly laid out. Ling Feng pulled Li Bingbing into his arms, and the latter leaned close to his ear and said: "Tonight should be fine, right?"

"Alright then~"

Ling Feng pulled over the air-conditioning quilt to cover them both, and pieces of clothing were tossed out from inside one by one.

"Whoa, Sister Bing, I didn't expect you to wear something like this underneath..."

Ling Feng held up the thing in his hand, momentarily unsure whether to call it a pair of panties or a string, just such a tiny scrap of cloth.

"Shut up!"

Li Bingbing snatched it over and put it behind her back.

She flipped over and pinned Ling Feng underneath.

Next, ignore one hundred thousand words of the boss-fighting process, which relies entirely on personal imagination.

...

Early the next morning!

The sound of a door closing rang out. Ling Feng stroked the pair of sisters and chuckled: "Time to get up, they've left."

"Isn't this all your fault!" Li Bingbing slapped Ling Feng's chest, yet it was she herself who sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain.

"Are you okay? Otherwise, just rest inside the room today, there's nothing much going on anyway." Putting away his playful expression, he felt a deep ache in his heart for her.

After thinking about it, Li Bingbing didn't act coy either.

"Alright, then I'll stay inside the room today."

"Mhm, alright."

Ling Feng lifted the quilt and had just prepared to grab his clothes when he saw that trace of bright red on the bed.

Chuckling to himself, he finished dressing and left.

For the entire month that followed, aside from leading teams out to scavenge for supplies, Ling Feng spent his time helping to build wooden houses for the camp.

After a month of effort, almost all the men in the camp would no longer be scared into wailing when facing zombies, and were able to use the machetes in their hands to fight back against them.

What Ling Feng didn't expect was that Zhien and the other women in the camp—Ling Feng had originally only taken his own women out, but after someone proactively suggested that they wanted to go too, gradually everyone, regardless of gender, was frequently taken out by Ling Feng.

Their progress was even faster than the men's!

The entire overpass camp had now completely changed its appearance!

The entire roof of the bridge was covered with airtight tarpaulin, so there was no need to worry about rain or sun exposure. The bridge frames on both sides were not completely sealed off, but rather sealed to a height of over a meter, serving to prevent children from falling off while playing around.

The most important thing was that in case someone ever fired a sneak shot one day, everyone could squat down to avoid the line of sight.

Considering that it wasn't safe for people fishing to sit by the riverbank, Ling Feng specially dismantled the guardrails on both sides of the middle of the bridge, and used tools like steel cables, door panels, and nails to build a staircase that could go down to the bridge pier in the middle of the river.

This way, staying on the stone pier for fishing in the future meant there was completely no need to worry about zombies; even sleeping there for wild fishing would be fine, as long as one was careful not to fall off.

Weathered by wind and rain, the nearly 3-meter-high stone pier was incomparably smooth, and zombies simply couldn't climb up, let alone considering the undercurrents at the riverbed.

Once the fishing problem was solved, the accommodation problem followed right after!

It wasn't that Ling Feng hadn't considered whether to convert the inside of that tunnel into a living space, but it was simply too dark inside. Their current electricity still relied on fuel power generation; if they wanted to run electricity for lighting inside, it simply wouldn't be able to sustain it!

They could only wait until they encountered suitable wind generators or solar panels in the future to haul back to the camp for use.

Therefore, the wooden houses ultimately ended up on top of the bridge!

Ling Feng dismantled the aisle guardrails on both sides, and the wooden houses were built directly against the extreme edges, avoiding the middle to leave an aisle for going down to fish.

The interior of each wooden house was a 3×3×3 structure—completely cubic small wooden houses built entirely of wood!

Those with families lived in one room, and those without families shared a room with others. A single wooden house could accommodate a maximum of 4 people, including children.

Because Ling Feng and the others' train was right on the tracks, it resulted in only one side being able to be built with 30 wooden houses according to this specification!

As for the aisle on the train's side, the guardrail was removed so vehicles could pass through; even fire engines could easily pass, and it was kept for vehicles to cross in the future.

The kitchen was no longer as crude as it was initially with just a few planks of wood. Its interior space allowed five or six people to stagger around and easily handle daily food preparation, and the outer platform was supported by whole wooden piles. After the meals were cooked, they were scooped out into large basins and placed on top.

It bore a strong resemblance to a company cafeteria lining up to get food.

They ate whatever ingredients were available each day; picky eaters went hungry. Portions were large and filling, and fish meat could be stably provided every day.

With all sorts of varied cooking methods, the only fear was that everyone would get tired of eating it.

Of course, the meals for Ling Feng and his three women were the same as everyone else's, except that theirs were stir-fried separately with lard.

As for the bridgehead outside the camp, the woods on both sides had all been cleared out and tilled into farmland before being sown with vegetable seeds.

Adding both sides together, there were nearly several hundred square meters of farmland.

With the extra farmland, the location of the breeding farm was also changed by Ling Feng to another spot.

Because they were live animals, he specially built chicken coops, pig pens, and a deer farm enclosed by wooden boards spanning several hundred square meters. The space wasn't huge, but it was definitely enough for use.

Once these animals started having offspring and the vegetables matured, they would truly live a life lacking neither meat nor vegetables.

Seong-kyeong

Chapter 42: Second Dungeon: the walking dead!

Besides electricity, the camp had a major problem with water!

Every day, water was pumped up from the river below to the camp dozens of meters high using a water pump. Every household had a water storage device about the size of an oil drum, but needing to pump water once every three days was still quite troublesome.

In the end, it still came back to the issue of electricity!

Ling Feng sat on the stairs of the cab gate, smiling as he watched the children running around playing. He didn't go out today; instead, Sang-hwa and Yongguk led a team out!

Furthermore, they split into two teams of ten people each, men and women alike. Even Jin-hee went along with Yongguk.

Except for him and his three women, the camp was mostly made up of the elderly and children now.

[System, it's been a month. Which dungeon is next?]

[Ling Feng]

[Original Spider-Man]

[Vision: 303 → 320 frames/sec ↑ (Normal person 30 ~ 60 frames)]

[Burst Strength: 194 → 247 tons ↑ (Normal person 0.3 ~ 0.5 tons)]

[Speed: 72 → 85 meters/sec ↑ (Normal person 8 ~ 12.4 meters/sec)]

[Neural Reflex: 0.0043 → 0.003 seconds ↑ (Normal person 0.2 seconds)]

[Muscle Synchronization Rate: 100% (The body reacts the moment the mind thinks, the body moves even if the mind doesn't)]

[Physique: Hard-resistant to conventional bullets ↑ (Falling from the 20th to 30th floor without powers only causes a backache~)]

[Abilities: Rapid Regeneration, Spider-Sense, Powerful Web-Shooting, Eagle Eye]

[Evaluation: Spider Demon / Flying Hulk, really not going to visit another world?]

[Completed Dungeon: Train to Busan]

[Dungeon: the walking dead (Unlocked)]

[Quest: Change Merle / Amy's fate!]

[Reward: Unknown / Random]

Without saying much more, he felt like he was becoming less and less human nowadays!

Over this past month, all his abilities had improved significantly, and this was even without him actively training too much—they just grew little by little over the month.

"I don't know where my limit is." Ling Feng said with a sigh.

"What limit?" Seong-kyeong's voice came from behind.

Ling Feng was already used to it and couldn't be bothered to ask why she came through the door again. If it were anyone else besides Seong-kyeong, he would beat them up first before talking.

Seong-kyeong took two steps and sat down on the steps next to Ling Feng.

"Good grief, aren't you avoiding suspicion at all now?"

This was outside!

Seong-kyeong rolled her eyes and said, "You think everyone is like you, with their mind full of that kind of stuff..."

"?"

"Say that again, that it's what I wanted and not what you wanted?"

"Who was it that came looking for me seven times this past month?"

"Shameless!"

Ling Feng was utterly speechless. This woman looked gentle and demure, but she was even more addicted to that stuff than he was.

"I don't care, just tell me whether you lost out or not!"

"I definitely didn't lose out, but the problem is you can't slander me either..." Ling Feng thought about that feeling and suddenly reminisced; it was really good.

Especially when fooling around while working.

Tsk tsk...

The two sat on the steps, chatting casually about this and that.

Suddenly, Seong-kyeong stroked her belly and worried, "I don't know if letting this child be born in this world is a mistake after all..."

"If you don't believe others, surely you believe me?"

Seong-kyeong turned her head to meet Ling Feng's confident eyes and for a moment actually sank into them...

"Follow me!"

Seong-kyeong stood up and walked back to the cab. Ling Feng smiled, then stood up and consciously closed the car door.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?" Glancing at Seong-kyeong, Ling Feng smiled smugly.

He was indeed considering Seong-kyeong. Even if discovered, he could ignore what those people said, but Seong-kyeong was a woman after all...

He didn't need to worry about Sang-hwa's side. At worst, the couple would divorce in the apocalypse, but they would still be loyal to him, so the impact was negligible.

"Just be quick!"

Seong-kyeong crouched down and looked up at Ling Feng...

"Hiss~"

Even if he had a temper now, he couldn't flare up...

...

Half an hour later...

Feeling that was about enough, Ling Feng stopped. Although he wasn't fully satisfied, it temporarily satisfied Seong-kyeong.

After Seong-kyeong left, Ling Feng went down to the river to take a bath and looked at the dungeon quest on the panel.

"Yo-ho, isn't this basically equivalent to a parallel universe?"

As for Amy?

His interest wasn't very high. It was a pity that Maggiedidn't exist at that time node; it would have been great if Maggie had been there...

They say that women in America have a very short prime, Beth being the most obvious example, but then look at Maggie?

She was still as dazzling and extremely beautiful, whereas compared to her, Beth looked like a little old lady...

Sometimes he even struggled over whether or not to take in these pretty women in their youth...

If he took them in, what would he do when they got a bit older and he couldn't bring himself to do it anymore...

Such a dilemma...

Or would it be better to just have a hookup relationship?

Well, that seemed like an option.

[System, enter the dungeon!]

[Ding, dungeon is opening...]

Ling Feng felt a slight dizziness, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared on the roof of a big metropolis.

'Bang, bang, bang!'

The intermittent gunshots drew his attention over. With a single glance, he saw on the roof not far across the street that a short-haired, jacket-wearing white man, Merle, was holding a shotgun and firing downwards.

"Did this guy actually hit any zombies?"

He was wondering whether to go over right now, or wait until Merle was at his most desperate.

Although he didn't know why the time node the system sent him to was here instead of the point where Merle was killed by the Governor.

Whatever the system arranged, he would just go with it. At the very least, that hand had to be saved!

Having made his choice, Ling Feng sat on the rooftop, took out a cigarette, lit it, and watched the farce about to unfold on the distant rooftop just like that.

...

"Asshole! Do you know that your gunfire has attracted all the zombies over here!" T-Dog and the others pushed—or rather, violently slammed—the door open and started firing at Merle first.

Merle turned back, holding his gun, and jumped down.

"FUCK, black guy! Are you planning to lecture me?"

Hearing the discriminatory address, T-Dog instantly got angry and rushed towards Merle. Unfortunately, he overestimated his strength against Merle, who was not only a retired Ranger but also someone who had hung around street fights all year round.

With just a lift and a bash of the gun, T-Dog was knocked down to the ground, his nose bleeding profusely.

"I think you should be a bit more polite to someone holding a gun, shouldn't you?"

"Now we need a leader, and I think I'm very suitable!"

"Don't you all agree?" Merle looked arrogantly at the few people around him.

Facing Merle's dominance, Glenn, Andrea, and the others were all extremely silent. This bastard was truly capable of doing anything!

"Is that so?"

Hearing the voice, Merle turned his head only to see a fist right in his face.

Rick, who had knocked Merle to the ground, stepped forward briskly, neatly disarmed him, took out handcuffs, and cuffed him to an iron rack nearby.

"Asshole, who the hell are you, bitch?" By the time Merlereacted, he had already been cuffed.

This feeling made him very unhappy because it reminded him of his various past experiences.

"My name is Rick!"

"I'm a sheriff!"

An aging Maggie, still gorgeous

Chapter 43: Foul-Mouthed Merle!

"FUCK, I hate cops!" Merle spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and looked at Rick with resentment.

He was going to shove this guy named Rick's head up his ass!

"What do we do now? That asshole Merle lured all the surrounding walkers over, we can't leave!" Andrea's voice was laced with a crying tone, and the noises made by the densely packed walkers below could almost be heard on the roof.

"Don't panic, don't panic, let's think, there has to be a way!" Rick started pacing on the spot to think of a solution.

Glenn, standing nearby, suddenly raised his hand and said, "Maybe we can try the sewers?"

"You're a genius, Glenn!" Rick's eyes lit up as he turned around and gave him a thumbs up.

Before leaving, Rick took out the handcuff key and handed it to T-Dog: "Watch him, we're going down to take a look!"

T-Dog took the key, nodded, and looked at Merleexpressionlessly.

"Hey buddy, I shouldn't have called you a black guy, can you help me unlock this, please?" Merle stared dead-eyed at the small key in the other person's hand, admitting his mistake just like that.

T-Dog completely ignored Merle, and the two just sat blankly on the roof starting a staring contest. The only difference was that Merle was being baked by the sun, while T-Dog was sitting against the wall in the shade.

Ling Feng, not far away, looked up at the blazing sun and then at the situation over there, becoming a bit annoyed for a moment. Although he knew how things would unfold later on, he had to admit it was really annoying.

After smoking three cigarettes, Ling Feng suddenly threw his cigarette on the ground and said, "They're finally here!"

Andrea and the others opposite pushed open the door and, ignoring Merle's clamoring, all came to the edge of the roof and leaned over to look down.

"Hey hey hey, pay attention to me, what's going on now!" Merle said relentlessly.

Ling Feng also lowered his head to look down, just in time to see two figures crawling out from under a car and limping forward.

Following the direction they were heading, Ling Feng saw a truck blocked by a wire fence.

Down below, Glenn gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes trembling as he walked forward.

The surrounding walkers seemed to know that the two were different from them, and whenever they passed by, they would lean in to sniff them, which also placed immense pressure on the two.

Rick's psychological endurance was a bit higher, but Glennwas different; whenever a walker got close, he couldn't help but turn his face away.

'Tap... tap tap!'

Rick horrifiedly controlled his head to stay still and rolled his eyes upward to see the dark clouds overhead.

"What should we do? It's going to rain!" Andrea and the others on the roof watched the below with worry.

They were both worried that Rick and Glenn wouldn't return, and afraid that this rain would wash away the camouflage on their bodies.

As the rain grew heavier, the pace of the two below quickened significantly, because the surrounding walkers were slowly closing in on them.

"Run!" Rick suddenly raised his hand, chopped down the walker in front of him with the axe in his hand, and shouted to Glenn beside him.

The surrounding walkers instantly swarmed and surrounded the two.

Relying on his nimble positioning, Glenn continuously dodged the walkers' attacks, while Rick by his side kept hacking and slashing. At this moment, an accident happened!

The axe in Rick's hand got stuck in a walker's skull. After looking at the walkers running up from behind, he finally gritted his teeth, abandoned the axe, and ran forward.

Yes, the walkers in this period could indeed run!

And there were even instances of walkers using stones to smash glass; it could be considered the season with the strongest walkers in the entire the walking dead plot!

Later on, due to a change of writers, not only was the budget drastically reduced, but the walkers really just turned into slow corpses!

The walker world where Ling Feng was located was different; they could always run and even sprint. Although he hadn't seen walkers using tools to climb yet, there definitely were some!

Through the rain curtain, Ling Feng clearly watched the two successfully leave and cross the wire fence, while the walkers behind them started climbing by mimicking them.

Until the truck drove away...

"No no no, where are they going!" Andrea watched eagerly as the truck disappeared down the street.

"Hey! What on earth is going on right now! Untie me quickly." Although Merle couldn't see the situation, he was starting to panic a bit.

"Hey hey hey! Hurry to the back, I'll lure the walkers away and then you guys open the door and get in the truck!"

Rick's voice came through the walkie-talkie, and the feeling of surviving a catastrophe lingered in the hearts of several people.

"Hurry, pack up and leave!" Morales shouted hastily, and everyone began frantically packing their luggage, tools, and the supplies they had harvested from this outing.

"Let me go! I was wrong, please, T-Dog." Merle watched as one former companion after another disappeared through the rooftop door, and shouted towards the last remaining T-Dog.

There was even a hint of crying in his voice. Seeing his former companions abandon him and leave directly, a moment of panic and regret also arose in his heart.

T-Dog, who already had his hand on the door frame, began to struggle internally, and ultimately limped back.

A look of pleasant surprise appeared on Merle's face, but pleasant surprises come fast, and accidents come just as fast.

T-Dog, who was already injured, accidentally tripped, and the key in his hand flew out.

Merle opened his mouth wide and reached out his hand wanting to grab the key, but unfortunately, after hitting the ground, the key bounced and very luckily fell right into the sewer.

"No no no, you asshole must have done it on purpose!" Merle roared loudly, glaring red-eyed at T-Dog beside him.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it."

He really didn't mean it; he fell because he was injured and couldn't stand steadily, so it really wasn't his fault, besides, it was Merle who beat him up in the first place!

With an apologetic face, T-Dog picked up his bag and ran toward the main door; he had no other choice.

He closed the rooftop door, took out a chain and wrapped it around a few times, while Merle's unbearable cursing behind him grew fainter and fainter.

Seeing this, Ling Feng in the distance also propped himself up and stood up: "We've finally reached this plot point."

He took a step forward, his body began to drop rapidly, and he raised his hand to shoot out a web, swinging and landing on the roof of the building next to Merle's. He still needed to wait a bit longer, waiting until Merle was ready to saw off his hand before appearing.

...

"Shit, bullshit, I swear I'm going to kill you all!" Merle sat despondently on the ground, still cursing in his mouth.

Wailing police sirens sounded. Ling Feng tilted his head and glanced down, seeing a bright red sports car setting off alarms as it lured all the walkers on the road away.

He withdrew his gaze and glanced once more at the dazed Merle.

Merle as a person was really hard to evaluate. A punk? A real man? Or a petty bigot?

It was hard to clearly define this complex character, but one thing was certain: he loved his younger brother, Daryl. He could ignore anyone else's words, but not Daryl's!

Having experienced domestic violence since childhood, joining the military, doing drugs, and hanging out on the streets, you could call him scummy, but he also had his own bottom line: he wouldn't hit women or children.

Michonne types who were stronger than men didn't count; he meant the weak ones.

Moreover, as long as you tamed him, like the Governor did, you could gain his loyalty.

It's just that when loyalty clashed with his younger brother, he chose his brother; his brother was everything.

Ling Feng actually quite appreciated this man; at the very least, he was still a real man. Later on, letting Michonne go and single-handedly storming the Governor and his crew's territory still showed that he had humanity and goodwill deep down!

Chapter 44 Shane and Rick

On the other side, Andrea and the others at the back door all got into the vehicle, but no one took the initiative to ask about Merle.

Perhaps they forgot, or perhaps it was simply due to Merle's own character.

Only T-Dog, after they had driven some distance away, leaned against the corner of the truck bed with his head bowed and began to regret: "I shouldn't have fallen, I didn't hold onto those damn keys tightly."

"This has nothing to do with you, T-Dog, there's no need to beat yourself up over it." Andrea spoke up to comfort T-Dog, thinking that bastard was better off dead.

Only Morales on the side spoke up: "What about Darylthen?"

Hearing Daryl's name, several of them fell silent.

Although these two brothers, Daryl was taciturn yet easy to get along with, anyone could tell that the two shared a very close bond. If he found out his brother had been tied to the roof by them, what would they do?

Andrea didn't speak further, instead looking at Rick driving the vehicle. If it weren't for this guy, Merle wouldn't have been locked on the roof, and they wouldn't have abandoned each other…

Thinking this, Andrea suddenly snapped back to reality. What was she thinking just now?

Rick had helped them solve such a big trouble like Merle, how could she blame him?

Watching the vehicles drive away, Ling Feng was still waiting. He waited until the heavy rain stopped and the sun came out again, leaving Merle—whose lips were chapped from the sun—staring blankly at the sky.

"Bang… bang-bang!" The sound of impacts suddenly rang out. Merle turned his head in horror to look at the gate locked by chains, a zombie's rotting face poking out from the gap in the door.

"No… no, no, I can't die yet." Merle turned around, braced his feet against the iron pipe, and began to exert force, trying to forcibly pull his hand free from the handcuffs.

The howling he made made the zombies outside the door even more excited, giving off the feeling that there was a buffet here and they should come eat quickly.

At this moment, Merle saw a toolbox not far away, pulled off his belt with one hand, and started to hook it. Ling Fengsat there with his chin propped up, watching without making a sound or helping out, completely just watching a show.

Seeing Merle finally hook it into the alley after dozens of attempts, he almost couldn't help but applaud. It was so touching~

Almost time!

Standing up, Ling Feng just watched as Merle held the saw and began gesturing at his wrist.

Ling Feng, who had jumped to the adjacent rooftop, spoke up!

"Hey! Punk, are you planning to saw off your hand?"

A teasing voice came from behind. Merle whipped his head around to see Ling Feng hanging behind him with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The thrilling sensation of surviving a catastrophe instantly enveloped his entire body. Merle said excitedly: "Save… save me, I'm begging you."

With a clatter, the saw in his hand dropped to the ground. Merle looked at Ling Feng in tears. If they could avoid dying, no one wanted to die!

Even if he sawed off his palm and escaped, missing a hand and losing a large amount of blood would cause him to suffer from blood loss and run into trouble sooner or later.

Ling Feng strolled leisurely toward Merle, taking out a lighter along the way to light his cigarette.

"Inhale… exhale. Help you? Sure, but you have to be loyal to me. No problem, right?" Ling Feng inhaled deeply into his lungs, squinted slightly, and smiled.

"No problem, no problem! As long as you can save me, I'll even be your dog!" Merle said in a hurried voice.

Ling Feng smiled and said nothing. He didn't care whether what Merle said was true or false.

He stepped forward, squatted down, and raised his hand to grip the handcuffs.

"You don't think you can pull—"

"Click, click… bang."

Before Merle could finish his sentence, he saw the police handcuffs easily gripped by Ling Feng and snapped apart with a single pull.

Refusing to believe it, he also reached out to pull the other half of the handcuffs hanging there. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't budge at all, which made his gaze toward Ling Feng look like he was staring at a monster.

Is this something a human can snap?

"Let's go. What else are you waiting for if not to leave?" Glancing at Merle who was still in a daze, Ling Fengreminded him irritably.

"Oh, oh, leaving right now."

The moment Merle stood up, his legs went soft. Ling Fengquite helplessly grabbed the other's collar, ready to just drag him along like that.

With a loud crash of "clang," the iron chains originally used to lock up the zombies were directly broken open, and the horde of zombies rushed straight toward the two of them!

"Run… bo… boss, run!" Merle's face turned pale with fright. Were these iron chains fake or something?

"Shut up!" Ling Feng shouted angrily, putting down Merlein his hand and picking up the saw from the ground along the way.

Without turning red or being out of breath, he just watched the oncoming horde of zombies calmly like that.

"Boss!"

Seeing that the zombies were about to be right in their faces and Ling Feng still hadn't made a move, Merlecouldn't hold it in anymore and yelled.

"Noisy!"

Finishing that, Ling Feng waved his hand, and fresh blood began to drip from the saw blade. The heads of the zombies in front of him were split directly in two. Without the slightest pause, he wielded the saw with his right hand, grabbed the neck of a zombie about to pounce on Merle with his left hand, and smashed it toward the horde, instantly overturning a whole area.

Merle's jaw was practically dropping open. This big brother couldn't possibly be human, right?

Ling Feng neatly and effortlessly hacked and slashed at one zombie after another until the saw in his hand became deformed.

Glancing at the completely bent and unusable saw in his hand, he tossed it aside casually, stretched his limbs a bit, then spread his hands, grabbed a zombie by the neck with each hand, lifted them up, and started swinging them around.

The sound of flesh exploding went "bang, bang, bang."

Behind him, Merle stared dazedly at the clusters of blood mist ahead and Ling Feng, whose entire body was covered in black blood. Right now, he had only one thought in his mind… a god!

All the little tricks and thoughts in his heart were scared completely clean, leaving not a single ounce of disloyalty. If Ling Feng had the True Eye, he would probably be able to see that Merle's loyalty was about to break through 90!

In just the short while that Merle was in a daze, the dozens of zombies in front had already been completely slaughtered by Ling Feng.

"Hey! Snap out of it, time to go. Have you rested enough?"

"Ah… hiss, oh, oh, okay." Merle looked at Ling Feng, who was practically right in his face. The other's body was covered in pitch-black blood, and that face covered in zombie blood, even while watching Ling Feng smile, was still incomparably terrifying.

Forcing his body to stand up, he limped behind Ling Feng. Coming to the nearby rooftop door, he raised his foot and kicked, and the entire door was kicked flying.

A worried Merle glanced back, and let out a sigh of relief after not seeing any zombies.

…

On the other side, Rick and the others had already returned to the camp and reunited with Lori.

The surrounding people watched with emotion, but where there is joy, there is sorrow. Shane looked complexly at that reunited family, feeling both resentment and relief…

(PS: Almost all regrets in The Walking Dead will be saved, but not everyone will be saved. Actually, I am struggling whether I can save Amy and Andrea, but I might not take them away, let me consider it first. Not everyone is taken in, Andrea won't be taken in.)

"Rick!" Shane suddenly spoke up.

"What's wrong?" Rick let go of his wife and child, failing to see the complex look Lori cast toward Shane from behind.

"Come with me."

After the two went aside, Shane spoke up: "Do you know Merle has a brother?"

"A brother?"

"Yes, Merle's brother is named Daryl, and he's considered a very important figure in the camp. Usually, everyone's meat is obtained through his hunting."

Rick frowned, not knowing what to say for a moment. The brother was important, but the older brother was a bastard, meaning this guy Daryl was cleaning up after his brother, huh?

"Merle was locked on the roof, and the rooftop door was locked shut by T-Dog when he left."

Shane gave Rick a deep look, nodded, and said: "Then let's wait until Daryl comes back to talk about it."

Having said that, Shane left. He really didn't want to stay here anymore; looking at them annoyed him.

Chapter 45: Waiting for Rick to Come Looking!

Meanwhile, in Georgia...

"Boss, where are we going now?" Merle looked exactly like a flunkey now without the slightest difference, gazing at Ling Feng with a trace of flattery.

Even if Ling Feng told him to go outside and bite people right now, he wouldn't say a word... Well, biting people might be a stretch.

"Find a place to wash up. Do you know the location of your camp?" The smell on his body was rushing straight to his head; it was simply unbearable.

"Alright, Boss!"

The two went down the stairs to the kitchen from the show where Merle cauterized his hand after cutting off his hand.

Stepping forward to turn on the kitchen faucet, he found there was still water. Merle quickly raised a hand and said, "Boss, please go first. I remember this building has a clothing store. I'll go find a suitable set for you."

"Thoughtful of you. Pay attention to safety; I certainly don't want to save you only for you to go throw your life away right after." Ling Feng spoke while taking off his clothes.

"Rest assured, Boss, I, Merle, am still quite strong!"

After confidently patting his chest, Merle found a large meat cleaver in the kitchen and left.

Ling Feng took an iron basin and began to catch water, pouring it over his head onto his body, scrubbing vigorously.

"Damn it, I've never been this disheveled back in the original world."

It was only physical disheveledness, not psychological, but it was still extremely uncomfortable.

Halfway through Ling Feng's wash, Merle returned gleefully with some clothes and a bottle of body wash he had found.

"Bo... Oh my god, the Boss truly lives up to his name. Even big black guys would be put to shame looking at this capital!"

"Shut up, put the things down and get out!"

With a tic mark appearing on his forehead, Ling Fengscolded in a low voice.

"Understood!" While bowing to apologize, Merle placed the clothes and body wash in his hands onto a nearby table and turned to back out.

Only when he saw that bottle of body wash did Ling Fengfeel a little better. "This guy actually pays attention to the details."

Outside the house, Merle sat on a chair, took out a pack of heavily worn cigarettes from his upper garment, pulled out a wrinkled one, clamped it in his mouth, and lit it.

Once he went back, he would make Daryl swear allegiance to the Boss together with him!

Thinking of the Boss's terrifying combat power, they would definitely be able to live very well in the future. As for that bunch at the camp?

The first person he thought of was Rick, and then Shane. Those two bastard cops—when he went back, he must teach the two of them a harsh lesson.

Whether it was the damn Rick who locked him on the roof or Shane who made him suffer a loss, he wouldn't let a single one of them off!

Meanwhile, at the quarry camp, a conflict broke out because of Merle.

"So you guys locked Merle on the roof?" Daryl shoved Rick, his eyes red as he shouted at the latter.

Knowing that this matter was indeed hard to explain and even harder to assign responsibility for, Rick could only bear it silently.

But Shane couldn't stand watching anymore. He stepped forward, locked Daryl's neck, directly pinned him to the ground, and said coldly, "You need to calm down, buddy. Nobody wanted to see this happen."

"Let me go! You damn bastard." Being pinned down tightly, Daryl kept trying to resist.

T-Dog spoke up at this moment: "It's all my fault. Rick gave me the key, but I dropped it."

"Then couldn't you just pick it up?!"

"It fell into the sewer..."

Daryl was speechless for a moment. Could this simply be his older brother's fate?

No!

He had to confirm that bastard's life or death with his own eyes.

"Let me go!" Daryl had calmed down a lot. He tilted his head and glanced at Shane.

Confirming that his emotions had stabilized considerably, Shane finally let go of Daryl and stood up.

"Tell me where that building is!"

"Don't worry, when I left, I locked the door with a chain."

"Where is it?!"

Shane couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Are you crazy? That place is crawling with walkers right now. What are you going there for? To throw your life away?"

Rick remained silent. Just at this moment, a cold voice rang out.

"Rick will go with you." The person speaking was none other than Lori, who was holding Carl's shoulders in her arms, looking at Rick with certainty.

The latter raised his head to glance at his wife, feeling strongly as if his thoughts had been seen through.

"Isn't that right?" Lori stared closely at her husband, hoping he would refuse. Their family had finally reunited, and she really didn't want to be separated again.

"Yes, I will go with you." Rick's voice sounded.

Lori took Carl back to the tent in utter disappointment. This guy was always like this...

Rick opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

"Are you crazy, Rick? You guys barely escaped, you finally reunited with Lori and Carl, and now you're leaving again?!" Shane's heart was conflicted; he really didn't want to lose this brother again.

"Aside from going to look for Merle, there is one more thing."

"What is it?"

"A bag of guns! A bag of guns I took away when I left King County."

In the end, Shane was persuaded by Rick. Seeing this, Daryl quickly spoke up: "When are we leaving?"

"It's getting late now, we leave tomorrow!"

Dropping those words, Rick walked toward the tent.

Over on Ling Feng's side, he and Merle stayed put right where they were. He knew that Rick would bring people back tomorrow to look for Merle, so rather than moving around, they might as well just wait right here.

"Boss, aren't you coming with me to our camp?" Merleasked in confusion.

"You said yourself that you have a younger brother at the camp. So do you think he won't come looking for you?"

"Might as well stay right here and wait for them to find us tomorrow."

"Alright then, you're the Boss, I'll listen to you."

Ling Feng smiled helplessly, took out a cigarette, and tossed one to Merle. Looking at the intact cigarette, Merlebrought it under his nose and took a deep sniff: "I didn't expect the Boss to actually have intact cigarettes."

"It's just a pack of cigarettes, don't act like a bumpkin."

Casually tossing the cigarettes in his hand over, he had brought three packs of cigarettes, a pistol, and nothing else when he came to this world. For his current strength, those things could only provide a negligible amount of help.

It wasn't as practical as his own mental sustenance.

Even if you gave him a whip, he could slaughter all directions—would you believe it?

Sigh...

Speaking of a whip... it seemed he could completely find someone from the camp to make one!

When not in use, it could be wrapped around his waist inside the loops of his pants together with his belt, and when needed, it could be pulled right out.

Other people might not be able to whip walkers to death, but in Ling Feng's hands, wouldn't that be an effortless matter?

It seemed like something worth trying.

While pondering, a cigarette was finished. Merle asked softly, "Boss, what are we eating tonight?"

"Go look in the kitchen, there should still be something to eat."

Obediently keeping the cigarette in his mouth, Merle got up, went to the kitchen, and started rummaging through cabinets. As a result, he actually found a few cans. Checking the dates to see they weren't expired yet, he took them and walked toward the living room.

"Boss, we're in luck, there are still three cans. This canned beef with potatoes meat can is for you, I'll just eat these two cans of baked beans." Merle chuckled and proactively handed the meat can over.

"Alright, go get two bowls, half for each of us is fine."

He really wasn't the type to skimp on anyone's meals.

"Alright, Boss!"

Merle felt extremely comfortable inside. Ling Feng, who possessed formidable power, didn't bully the weak like others did; it was really great.

That's right... he was talking about his own past self.

46Chapter 46 Nursing Home

After finishing their meal, Ling Feng and the other person lay on the sofa and dozed off just like that.

Early the next morning, Ling Feng's ears twitched, and movement could already be heard from the roof.

Seeing that the door to the rooftop above had already been opened, Daryl ran up anxiously in a panic.

"You better pray my brother is okay!"

T-Dog and the others behind him panicked as well, realizing the zombies had actually broken the door open, and hurriedly ran towards the rooftop too.

"Bang!"

Daryl shoved the door open and froze in his tracks.

The entire rooftop was piled with dozens of completely decayed and stinking corpses, and he muttered, "Did Merledo all of this?"

But he quickly shook his head; with dozens of zombies in such a narrow space like the rooftop, even the two brothers together might have been injured.

Not to mention that Merle was still handcuffed; how on earth did he open them?

"What happened!"

Rick and the others ran up, pushed Daryl aside, and also witnessed the gruesome scene. Rick frowned and walked toward the spot where Merle had been locked yesterday.

He squatted down, picked up the broken section of the handcuffs, and said solemnly, "It wasn't cut or picked open; it looks more like it was snapped apart."

"Are you kidding me? Can something like that be snapped apart? Do you think he's Superman!?" Glenn said in disbelief.

Several of them didn't believe Rick's words, but only Rickknew that this was indeed true!

"Stop giving a damn about the handcuffs, hurry up and look for whether Merle is here!" Seeing a group of people discussing a piece of handcuffs, anger surged straight to Daryl's head.

Soon, after rummaging through every single corpse, the group couldn't find Merle's body.

This was a very good sign, proving that Merle was fine.

Rick suddenly looked at the other open door leading to the rooftop and said, "He might have escaped from this side, and I suspect someone saved him!"

As he spoke, Rick glanced at the completely deformed hacksaw at his feet, and then at the zombies sliced apart by sharp blades. Merle's strength couldn't possibly be that great, otherwise he wouldn't have been subdued by him in the first place.

"Let's go!"

...

Downstairs, Ling Feng opened his eyes and looked up, as if piercing through the distance of two or three floors to see the people on the rooftop, and their conversation was clearly heard by him.

Glancing at Merle, who was still out cold like a dead pig, Ling Feng raised his foot and kicked him.

"Who! Which bastard kicked me!" After shouting angrily from being kicked, Merle met Ling Feng's calm gaze.

"They're back, let's go."

"Who's back?"

"Slap!"

"Your brother and the others, I've already heard their voices."

Ling Feng raised his hand and slapped the back of Merle's head; this guy must have been dazed from sleeping.

"What are we waiting for then, let's hurry up there, Boss!"

Merle started rubbing his hands together with an excited face and hurriedly asked, "Boss, if I see that stinking cop, can I beat him up?"

Glancing at Merle's somewhat sturdy muscles, Ling Fengsaid, "If you can win, go ahead and fight. I'll only ensure that it's a 1v1 and no one interferes!"

Hearing this, Merle grinned viciously and said, "Rest assured, Boss, I only lost yesterday because he ambushed me. In a fair one-on-one, I, Merle, am not afraid of them!"

Who was he? A retired Ranger, a gang leader constantly arrested for street fights. Just a sheriff, did they really think he couldn't beat him?

The two soon arrived at the roof and happened to see Rickand the others walking this way. Merle spoke up first: "Well, well, look who it is! If it isn't my good brother and our good ol' sheriff!"

"Merle!" Daryl looked at his lively brother with extreme excitement, wanting to step forward and give him a hug.

As a result, Merle pushed him aside with a wave of his hand and said, "Step aside and wait for a moment, I still have a score to settle with our good ol' sheriff!"

Daryl froze for a moment. Did that bastard Merle stop loving him?

"Ambushing me when my guard was down yesterday felt pretty good, didn't it? Come on, let's go one-on-one!"

"Being a sheriff makes you so great, huh!? One-on-one!"

With Ling Feng's backing, Merle could practically be described as arrogant to the extreme.

Rick ignored Merle this mad dog; through yesterday's brief interaction and the camp members' evaluations, he roughly understood by now that this guy was just a hooligan.

His gaze remained fixed on the man standing quietly behind Merle, watching the show. More than twenty years of a police career made him feel that something was deeply off about this man the moment he saw Ling Feng.

Noticing Rick's scrutiny, Ling Feng tilted his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.

It was such an unremarkable look that made all the alarm bells in Rick's body ring wildly, and his legs even felt an uncontrollable urge to flee.

Ling Feng sneered inwardly; he had no intention of restraining his aura, giving him a full-power glare right away.

After taking a deep breath, Rick looked at Merle and said, "I'm not here to fight you. Aside from getting you out of here, there's another matter we need to take care of. If you want to fight, fine, we can talk about it after this is done once we get back."

After hearing this, Merle turned back to glance at Ling Feng, trying to seek his opinion.

Feeling Merle's gaze, Ling Feng amusedly said, "This is your own grudge, why are you looking at me?"

"Bro, there really are important things that need to be handled. Whatever you want to do, we'll talk about it when we get back." Daryl called out as a brother, and no matter how much Merle wanted to beat Rick up again, he temporarily held it in.

"Hmph, I'm only doing this for the sake of the Boss and Daryl. Just wait until we get back to camp!"

Soon Rick brought up the matter of his holster. Although Ling Feng hadn't chimed in much all along, Rick kept glancing at him imperceptibly, trying to get his opinion. Even Daryl had sensed something was wrong earlier when Merle called him Boss.

His brother Merle was no good guy, but he certainly wasn't an obedient person either. To have him acknowledge someone as Boss—let alone happen in reality, he had never even imagined such a thing.

But he was also extremely curious and asked Merle for information about Ling Feng, which came down to just two words...

Awesome!

...

The group came to the back alley, originally thinking that with the presence of Ling Feng and Merle, even if that group from the nursing home appeared again, it should be impossible for them to take Glenn hostage and leave, right?

And the result?

The fucking three of them all had guns, and after taking Glenn hostage, they drove away. Ling Feng wasn't there at the time; instead, he was over by Rick's side keeping an eye out to prevent any unexpected accidents where the protagonist would disappear. And just because of such an inadvertent accident, Glenn was gone...

Eventually, based on that captive, they successfully located the nursing home.

As the door opened, five Latino youths walked out.

The leader was a guy with a mustache, wearing a flashy shirt and holding an old-fashioned short-barreled shotgun.

As for the few people behind him, each was dressed like a gang member, but their weapons left much to be desired: a baseball bat, an iron bar, and a revolver. In Ling Feng's eyes, they were just a bunch of scavenger survivors.

"Let my little brother go!" Guillermo looked at his underling, who was easily controlled by Merle, and commanded with a darkened expression.

"Kid, do you even understand the situation? You should be the one letting our people go, understand?" Merle gripped the rifle he took from Rick's holster savagely, staring intently at the opposite side.

Chapter 47: The Complicated Nursing Home

"Hey! This place is our turf, or else I'd poke a few holes in you people!" Guillermo shouted, putting on a brave face and straining his voice.

The lackeys behind him also started making a fuss, waving their weapons up and down unceasingly, trying to overwhelm Rick and the others with their momentum.

Looking at these bluffing young punks who clearly had never received a severe beating, Merle's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Stepping past Rick, he looked at the few of them disdainfully and mocked: "Just based on the few of you?"

"You want to come pick a fight while holding a bunch of scrap iron?"

"I'm afraid even if you gave them to grandmas as walking canes, they'd be looked down upon, right?"

Guillermo and the others were so angry their faces turned beet red.

"Damn bastards, if you hadn't taken away my gun, would we be like this?"

"Your gun?" Merle paused in confusion for a moment, then turned around with a sudden realization to look at the gun bag Rick was carrying and said: "Are you out of your mind? This was originally our stuff, when did it become yours?"

"Stop fucking babbling!" Guillermo roared.

"I'm counting to three!"

"Hand over the guns, or go die!"

"One!"

Ling Feng speechlessly looked at the guns in the hands of the few people opposite him; the safeties weren't even off, and he had no idea who they wanted to kill.

"Just teach them a lesson, don't kill them."

"Got it!" Hearing Ling Feng's voice, Merle raised his leg and delivered a front kick directly to the short man's abdomen.

Daryl also rushed forward, the two of them no different from wolves entering a flock of sheep, their superb street fighting skills forcefully suppressing and beating the few people.

Merle was purely venting, while Daryl had no choice but to watch his brother fight alone.

Rick on the side turned his head speechlessly and looked at Ling Feng, saying: "There's no need to use violence to solve problems, right?"

"You're still living in an era where order remains, so I don't want to waste words with you. After your family members meet with misfortune because of your mercy and kindness, I hope you can still remember your current thoughts."

Rick's face turned green with anger; what did he mean by waiting for his family members to meet with misfortune?

He was cursing him, wasn't it!

If the timing wasn't wrong, he would have had to fight Ling Feng no matter what.

Seeing his brothers being knocked down one after another, Guillermo anxiously raised his hand, lifted his gun, and aimed directly at the back of Merle's head. Ling Fengpulled out a lighter and threw it straight over.

With a soft "Bang!" sound.

Not a gun!

But rather the lighter thrown by Ling Feng exploded when it hit the handgun.

The weapon in Guillermo's hand was knocked to the ground, and just as he wanted to pick it up, Merle's fist had already arrived.

Knocked down by a punch, Merle lunged forward and pinned himself on top of the former, starting to wave his fists unceasingly, quickly beating the other party until he was bruised and swollen.

"Woo~ refreshing, fucking amazing." Merle stood up and let out a howl, lowered his head to look at Rick's dissatisfied gaze, and said fiercely: "What the hell are you looking at? When we get back, it'll be your turn."

"Heh, ptui!"

A disdainful Merle spat a mouthful of saliva directly.

The battle ended.

Guillermo and his few lackeys were all lying on the ground like stray dogs, wailing incessantly.

Bruised, swollen, and covered in blood, not a single one of them was intact, and they could only softly groan without stopping.

Merle stepped forward, grabbed the other man's hair, forced him to look at him, and asked: "Had enough? Hand over our people!"

Guillermo didn't respond.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but his chest hurt so much he could barely breathe. The bastard in front of him hit far too hard, practically beating them to death.

Merle thought he still refused to submit, so he raised his hand into a fist, ready to teach the other guy another lesson.

"Alright, if you hit him anymore, he'll be beaten to death." Rick hurriedly spoke up, but unfortunately it was useless.

He could only turn his head to look at Ling Feng, who then spoke up: "Stop it, Merle."

"Alright, Boss."

Rick was a little angry in his heart, but he still stepped forward and looked at Guillermo to say: "Can we talk properly with each other now?"

"Where is Glenn? We just want to take our people away. We can exchange hostages, there's no need to make things turn out like this, right?"

Guillermo spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and having recovered quite a bit, he still stubbornly said: "FUCK, if you have the guts, kill me! Stop talking all that crap."

"My brothers will avenge me! Do you think we only have these few people?"

Rick was speechless. It was clearly such a very simple matter, why did they have to complicate it so much?

But what Rick didn't know was that Guillermo didn't know their character, and even more so, he couldn't reveal that there really were people behind him, but they were just dozens of unarmed elderly people, caretakers, women, and children.

He would rather die here himself; he only looked like a bad person, but he wasn't truly bad.

"Pretty tough, huh!"

"If you ask me, just kill him. I don't believe we won't be able to find that delivery boy Glenn." As Merle spoke, he wanted to make a move again, but Rick raised his hand to stop him.

"Please don't hurt the boss, we aren't bad guys, we..."

"Shut up!"

Guillermo suddenly looked at the short white man controlled by T-Dog and let out a roar.

"But Boss, they're going to kill you. You're a good person, you can't just die like this." The short man shouted at the top of his lungs, no longer looking at the boss, but instead looking at Ling Feng and saying:

"We're all from the nursing home. The boss has no malicious intent, and we've never killed anyone either, because we still have dozens of elderly people who need looking after. I'm begging you to let the boss go."

The short man started explaining in tears, while Guillermoon the other side closed his eyes in despair while feeling touched in his heart.

The situation inside the nursing home had already been blurted out.

"Huh? You guys don't think we're some kind of serial killers, do you?" Merle looked at this group of people quizzically. Saying he would kill them earlier was partly out of anger and partly with the intention of scaring them.

The goal was always just to get Glenn back.

"You guys really aren't here to occupy our nursing home?" Guillermo also noticed something was amiss; although this group of people was well-armed and vicious in their methods, it seemed like they hadn't shot and killed anyone...

"Alright, hand Glenn over, and we can return this kid back to you."

"Follow me." Guillermo propped up his body and walked laboriously toward the door behind him.

Ling Feng and the others followed behind; apart from him, everyone else looked around vigilantly.

After walking about a hundred meters, they pushed open the double doors in front of them, revealing a bright corridor and the lights overhead.

In the corridor, most of the elderly people sitting in wheelchairs were being pushed by their respective family members behind them, and women dressed in white nurse uniforms walked past from time to time.

Led by Guillermo, the group arrived at the indoor plaza inside the nursing home.

Glenn was standing anxiously outside a crowd of people, looking at the elderly inside.

"Damn it, this kid is completely fine." Merle cursed in a low voice.

But Ling Feng discovered something amiss.

Ever since Guillermo brought them in, logically speaking, he was the person in charge here, but why was there still no one—not even a single person—stepping forward to care about the injuries on his face?

Instead, he felt that those dozen or so white-haired old men were gathered together, stretching their necks one by one like fledgling birds waiting to be fed.

More importantly, upon seeing Guillermo return, they didn't show a shred of joy; instead, they had already pulled long faces.

Chapter 48: A Scene of Emotional Blackmail

An elderly man leaning on a cane was the first to walk over. His wrinkled face and a mouth missing two teeth were full of resentment as he spoke.

"You still remember how to come back?"

"Where are the weapons and supplies you promised to bring back?"

At the same time, another elderly woman sitting in a wheelchair chimed in, "Exactly, look at what time it is now?"

"We haven't even had lunch yet!"

"Do you want to starve us all to death? Or do you think we're useless and want to leave us here to wait for death?"

The old woman's words caused the surrounding elderly people to all look toward Guillermo. Even Glenn withdrew his gaze from the crowd and looked at Rick and the others.

Guillermo's face inexplicably carried a look of awkwardness and guilt.

He had arranged for people to go out this time specifically for that bag of guns. As a result, not only did they not get the guns, but they also brought enemies back to the nursing home.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Saul, we ran into a little trouble..."

"Trouble? Trouble again?"

"Every time you go out to scavenge for supplies, it's either windy or rainy. Every day there are troubles and excuses!"

The old man called Saul beat his cane heavily against the ground. Not to mention Merle, even Rick felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

"Can your trouble be more important than our stomachs?"

"You must remember, this nursing home belongs to us people. If it weren't for us giving you such a safe foothold, you wouldn't even know where you'd be right now!"

"And now this is how you repay us?"

"Every single one of you is an ungrateful ingrate!"

Saul's words made Guillermo and the others look like guilty elementary school students who had done something wrong, lowering their heads one by one, too conscience-stricken to look up.

Seeing that Saul's words were too harsh, the remaining few elderly people hurriedly spoke up to play the good cop.

"Little Ji, don't take to heart too much what Saul said. Aren't we just worried about your safety?"

"The world outside has changed. You must be careful and cautious when going out in the future..."

Ling Feng stood to the side with great interest, watching this group play the routine of one acting as the bad cop and a group acting as the good cop in this gaslighting scene.

He finally understood what was really going on with this nursing home.

What kind of survival base was this!

This fucking place was just a massive scene of emotional blackmail.

The crucial part was that Guillermo and these young people actually truly believed it was their fault. Their sense of justice allowed these vampires to completely wrap them around their little fingers.

Merle watched from the side and clicked his tongue. He was a shrewd person and had already figured out the situation here, so he lowered his voice and said:

"Holy shit, these old men are even more articulate than those medicine peddlers."

"Can't they really tell?" Daryl asked, extremely puzzled.

Merle laughed and said, "If you ask me, we should just set fire to this place and be done with it. Out of sight, out of mind! Where can't a crappy camp be set up? Even vegetable markets are open-air! People live in them just fine!"

"A bunch of trash supporting another bunch of trash—it's just a gathering of garbage!"

Merle didn't lower his voice at all for that last sentence, making it exceptionally clear within the large plaza.

As if their intentions had been poked, that group of elderly people angrily shouted, "Who are you people?!"

Then they turned their heads to scold Guillermo, "Didn't we agree from the start that no one else was allowed to be brought back?! Who are they?"

Saul's turbid eyes were full of vigilance and hostility, worried that these people would wake up Guillermo and the others. What would they do after that?

Use mouths that could barely bite through meat to gaslight zombies?

"Are you trying to get us killed?!"

"Bastard, I knew you guys were no different from those raiders. You're trying to take control of this place now, aren't you?!"

The wave of cascading reprimands left Guillermo sweating profusely, and he hurriedly opened his mouth to explain:

"They... they are here to look for Glenn, not our enemies!"

"Not enemies?"

The old woman in the wheelchair looked at the weapons in the hands of Rick and the others with greedy eyes and said, "You say they aren't, so they aren't? Unless they hand over all their guns, you guys can get the hell out together with them!"

"Let me tell you, everything here belongs to us. If you want to touch it, don't blame us for fighting you to the death!"

As she spoke, the old hag actually reached behind her wheelchair and pulled out a small knife, trembling as she pointed it at Ling Feng and the others.

That fierce-yet-cowardly appearance made Ling Fengextremely nauseous, and especially that greedy expression disgusted him even more.

He no longer wanted to stay here and talk nonsense with these people, lest something unexpected happen to Amyback at the camp.

'Bang!'

"What are you doing?!" Rick turned his head in panic, looking at the smoking pistol still in Ling Feng's hand.

A bloody hole had already appeared between the eyebrows of the old fellow who had been incomparably rampant just moments before.

One was willing to hit and the other was willing to endure—that had nothing to do with him, but anyone who delayed him from completing his dungeon quest would die!

"Shut up!" Ling Feng reprimanded, looking at Rick, who instinctively shut his mouth.

The entire hall instantly quieted down.

Upon seeing the death of their companion, this group of unkillable old fogies finally realized that Ling Feng and his group were not as easy to manipulate as Guillermo and the others—they would actually kill people!

Although terrified, they still chose to shut up one by one.

"I have no interest or time to watch this group's scene of emotional blackmail here."

"Glenn, come over here!"

"Oh, oh, oh." Glenn was startled abruptly, but he quickly hurried behind Ling Feng and the others, pressing closely against the sheriff, Rick.

Ling Feng walked up to Guillermo, looked at the sorrow on his face, shook his head, and said, "You guys think you're very righteous, but you don't know that the more you act like this, the more they'll have you wrapped around their fingers."

"What do you think is the purpose of you leading people out on life-or-death scavenging runs every day? Isn't it just so everyone can survive?"

"If these people genuinely cared about you, not a single person would fail to ask about what happened to your face by now. If you keep failing to see their true nature, sooner or later you're going to get these brothers of yours killed."

Finished speaking, Ling Feng turned around and gave Merle a look. The latter understood in a second, bumped Daryl's shoulder, and followed him back.

Enough time had been wasted. The quarry incident happened at night; even though it was still noon, they had to guard against unexpected events!

Seeing Ling Feng lead his people away, and looking at Glenn beside him, Rick ultimately said to Guillermo, "Although Ling Feng's methods were a bit harsh, he really wasn't wrong. If you keep going like this, you're all going to die."

Although Ling Feng did things harshly and would kill without hesitation, in his heart Rick didn't resist it; instead, he felt a faint sense of agreement.

"Take care of yourself. Maybe you should be tougher and take control of the camp into your own hands, otherwise something will happen sooner or later."

Rick patted Guillermo on the shoulder, then took Glennand left as well.

Unlike in the original plot, Rick did not leave behind that bag of weapons. He adjusted the police cap on his head and turned to leave with Glenn and the others.

"Bastard, kill them! Guillermo, you go kill them for me!"

Once he couldn't see Ling Feng and the others anymore, Saul started clamoring again. That dead old hag was his lover, after all!

Saul's hoarse and desperate voice finally pulled Guillermoback from his dazed expression.

He looked at the bruised and battered brothers behind him, then looked at the ugly faces of this group of people, and calmly looked at Saul.

"What do you want?!" Saul instinctively took a step back.

"I've figured it out. That person was right; we were just too naive and stupid. I won't take your place here, and I won't manage you anymore either. Take care of yourselves!"

"I want to go follow them. Whoever is willing, come with me."

Guillermo glanced at his few brothers, finished speaking, and walked away. After exchanging glances, the few of them hurried to follow.

Saul and the others panicked, but they didn't dare to stop them, fearing that Guillermo and his men would turn on them. They could only watch helplessly as they left, itching with anger yet lacking many teeth to grind. Their expressions were extremely comical.

Chapter 49: Quarry Conflict

"Wait!"

Ling Feng and the others in front turned around to look at Guillermo and the others who were running over. After the few of them ran up to them, Guillermo lowered his posture and spoke without bristling anymore:

"Please take us with you; we can help with work and be very useful!"

"Sorry, I can't take you with you. I don't know you well, and just a few minutes ago we were still enemies."

"Merle, take them with you!"

"Ling! We can't take them with us!"

Rick had already refused, but upon hearing Ling Feng's words, he looked over in disbelief. Had he forgotten that they were enemies?

Ling Feng wasn't unaware; on the contrary, he knew the character of these few Latinos very well. More importantly, it was to increase the weight of these people so he could take them away when the instance dungeon ended.

As for that quarry camp, currently the only ones he truly fancied were Shane, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, Merle, Daryl, Carol, and others. This short Latino could also be counted among them.

Although he wasn't clear what changes would happen to this world's protagonist group after he left and took some people with him, what if he was lucky enough to take all the mainstays away? Wouldn't this world's protagonist group be left waiting for death?

"Alright, no need to say more. Judging purely by their willingness to protect those vampires out of a sense of justice, their character is definitely trustworthy, and you guys will be a bit safer in the future."

Raising a hand to stop Rick, who still wanted to continue speaking, he looked at Guillermo and said, "Everything will have to follow arrangements from now on, no problem right? Rest assured, we won't give you special treatment just because you were enemies before; everyone is treated equally."

"No problem, no problem, thank you so much." Guillermoand the others bowed repeatedly in gratitude.

Seeing that the outcome was set, Rick couldn't say anything more and could only observe these newcomers more closely in the future.

Completely forgetting that he himself was only a newcomer who had joined a day ago.

Merle stepped forward, put his arm around Guillermo's shoulder, patted it, and laughed, "Kid, we can be considered to have gotten acquainted through a fight, you aren't holding a grudge, right?"

This was someone the boss had spoken up to keep; it wasn't that he feared them, but rather out of respect for the boss. He certainly didn't want future interactions to be unpleasant and get disliked by the boss.

"I didn't take it to heart, we'll all be companions from now on!" Guillermo grinned to smile, but tugged at the wound on the corner of his mouth.

The group just leisurely walked towards the train station where Rick and the others parked their car.

Gotta hand it to Glenn, this kid really has something; along the route he found, they didn't see more than a few zombies.

Rick, who was driving, was very worried right now because he didn't know how to explain it to Shane. They had clearly gone out to look for Merle and the guns, and while the guns were indeed found, they were also bringing back a whole bunch of people...

Glancing at Ling Feng, who was smoking in the passenger seat and calmly looking out the car window, he didn't understand where this man got his confidence, always maintaining such a relaxed and leisurely state without worrying in the least about what they might encounter next.

"If you have anything to ask, just ask. Stop staring at me! It's quite annoying."

A grown man didn't stare enough at his own wife back at the camp, why was he staring at him?

"Who on earth are you?"

"Me? A Longguo person, a boxer. The industry calls me the Tyrant, four-time champion of unrestricted fighting. Understand?"

Ling Feng's understated voice passed through the passenger seat into the back compartment.

Merle was overjoyed; he just knew the boss was extraordinary, actually being a four-time champion of this so-called unrestricted fighting!

Although he had never heard of it, he could still understand what the five words "unrestricted fighting" meant.

"I don't think a fighting champion like you can kill zombies like that!" Rick obviously still had some doubts; the miserable state of those zombies on the rooftop was simply not something humanly possible to achieve!

What shocked him the most was that pair of handcuffs torn apart by sheer force.

Glancing at Rick, he said faintly, "The rest is not for you to know; you'll know when you're supposed to know."

Rick rolled his eyes. Isn't this equivalent to saying nothing at all?

...

After that, the rest of the journey was silent, and they quickly returned to the quarry camp.

Seeing the vehicles return safely, Lori visibly let out a sigh of relief.

"Daddy!" Little Carl broke free from Rick's embrace and ran towards Rick.

Standing aside, Ling Feng looked at the so-called young master held in Rick's arms, and really couldn't bring himself to like him at all.

Just a death-seeking teenager, similar to Glenn's future son Hershel—both are more or less different types of death-seeking freaks.

"Rick! Who are they again?" Shane walked over, gripping his Remington shotgun alertly, his sharp eyes constantly sizing up Guillermo and the others along with Ling Feng.

"They are..."

"Now that we're at the camp, you bastard cops, it's time to settle the score!" Merle pushed Daryl aside, came behind Ling Feng, and ruthlessly swept his gaze over Rick and Shane.

"Who should we start with first?"

Merle kept scanning Rick and Shane, as if picking a lucky person.

"Merle, I don't have time to mess around with you right now, get aside!" Shane's voice carried quite a bit of anger; he just wanted to figure out who these people were right now!

"I'm afraid you're thinking too much!"

After finishing, Merle no longer looked at Shane, but turned to look at Rick and the onlookers around, saying, "Everyone scatter! Our grievances will be settled one by one!"

"You..."

"Back off!" Daryl blocked Shane with a firm gaze. This was his brother's grievance, and moreover, he was also very angry, especially after seeing the dense horde of zombies on the rooftop. If Boss Ling hadn't appeared to save Merle, his brother would have already become one of the zombies!

"Step aside, Daryl! I don't have time to tangle with you right now!"

"Daddy..." Little Carl looked up at Rick in fear.

"Be a good boy, it's fine." He rubbed Carl's little head, signaling him to go back to his mother's side.

Rick's amiable expression instantly turned cold: "I understand you're angry, but you scared my son!"

"Fight, fight! It'd be best if one or two of them get beaten to death." Carol's husband stood in the crowd and whispered.

He had long been displeased with Shane; his attitude of acting like he was second only to God all day long made him unhappy.

"Stop, everyone stop! We're all one family now, there's no need to hurt harmony."

Dale adjusted the fishing hat on his head and tried to walk between the two men.

But Guillermo very perceptively blocked him. Seeing that Dale was also an old man, he immediately associated him with unpleasant memories, and his gaze towards Dale gradually grew unfriendly.

"Are you crazy, Dale? Come back quickly!"

Sensing Guillermo's hostile gaze, Andrea hugged her younger sister Amy with her left hand and hurriedly pulled Dale back with her right hand.

"But..."

"There are no buts, shut up!" Andrea only felt her whole body tense up; neither side of these people was something they could afford to provoke.

She could not care about herself, but she couldn't not care about her younger sister!

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Lori

Chapter 50: Merle vs. Rick!

Amy completely ignored what was happening and instead kept her eyes entirely on the calm Ling Feng in the back.

The sheer toughness he radiated just by standing there, along with a faint, deadly allure, kept telling her that this man might be the most charming one she had ever seen in her life!

Whether it was Ling Feng's chisel-hardened face, as if sculpted by a partial heaven, or his robust, nearly two-meter-tall physique, it attracted her every single second.

Andrea also noticed her sister's unusual behavior, and she also spotted Ling Feng standing quietly in the back, smoking and watching this farce.

Just a single glance made her breath hitch, but she wasn't foolish enough to think she had any chance of hooking up with a man like that, quickly shifting her gaze back to the conflict in the field.

"Say that again, get out of my way!" Shane said, gritting his teeth as he looked at Daryl.

With a sneer, Daryl mocked, "I heard from Merle that Rickknocked him down from behind, and yesterday you knocked me down from behind too. You two really are brothers, both fond of stabbing people in the back."

"Why don't the two of us settle our score as well?"

"No way! That bastard Shane is mine too." Merle turned his head and roared at Daryl.

"I said, get the hell out of my way!" Shane raised his hand into a fist and smashed it toward Daryl.

Daryl sneered inwardly: You threw the first punch!

He raised his leg and delivered a knee strike straight to Shane's abdomen.

"Ugh~" The gun in Shane's hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his stomach and began to retch.

This bastard actually dared to throw a punch!

"Shane!"

Lori's piercing scream rang out as she ran toward Shane, holding him and asking with concern, "Are you okay?"

After saying that, she glared at Daryl and rebuked, "How could you actually hit him!"

"Nonsense, he was already getting ready to hit me. Should I just stand there and take a beating? Or wait for him to ambush me again?" Daryl rolled his eyes, looking at Lorinow, then turning back to look at Rick, whose head was practically glowing green.

His eyes were full of pity for Rick. Good grief, are they not even going to pretend in front of the actual husband anymore?

Seeing Daryl's actions, Lori snapped back to reality instantly.

What on earth was she doing!

Feeling guilty as a thief, she let go of Shane and didn't dare look at Rick at all. Everyone else more or less sensed that the relationship among the three of them was extremely complicated. They were all well aware of what was going on between Lori and Shane, but chose to keep quiet.

They hadn't expected Lori, this stupid woman, to expose her relationship with Shane all by herself, right in front of her legitimate husband.

"Enough!"

Veins bulged on Rick's forehead as he let out a loud shout.

With disappointment, pain, and struggle, he gave Lori and Shane a piercing stare before withdrawing his gaze to look at Merle. "Come on! Let's settle our score, and after this, no one is ever allowed to bring it up again!"

"You're still somewhat of a man." Although Merle was bad, he knew how to separate personal grudges, and added, "Until one side completely falls down, this matter ends here, and no one is allowed to hold a grudge afterwards."

"Fine!"

"Rick! You don't need to fight Merle." Although Lori's relationship with Shane was ambiguous, she had just momentarily slipped up out of habit; she still cared about her husband.

Even though before the apocalypse she had already proposed divorcing Rick—the reason being Rick's constant radiance of righteous justice, where anything outside was more important than home, which was what she couldn't stand the most—

but now that the world had turned out like this, she was still more willing to stay with her husband.

In the back, Ling Feng's gaze drifted unconcernedly back and forth between Lori, Shane, and Rick.

He didn't show any expression of disgust regarding Lorihooking up with her husband's best friend.

Aside from the original work where Lori kept instigating Rick because she didn't want him to find out about her relationship with Shane, this woman was simply a pitiful female under the apocalypse who chose to sacrifice herself so that she and her child could survive.

For a woman with a young child to survive in this world without relying on others was simply impossible.

She had no choice; she could only choose Shane, who had liked her since middle school, only she had married Rickinstead.

Ling Feng had no intention of whitewashing Lori. This was simply the ultimate choice a mother could make and sacrifice everything for under the apocalypse.

Was Shane wrong?

He wasn't wrong either.

At the outbreak of the apocalypse, when your brother could still rush to the hospital wanting to wake you up and take you away, how could he possibly be a bad person?

Shane had also leaned over back then to listen to Rick's heartbeat and truly heard nothing, yet even when he left, he blocked the hospital room door with a hospital bed—otherwise, Rick would have died long ago.

So the question arose!

In the apocalypse, the husband of the woman you like is dead, and the woman knows she can't survive with her child without someone to lean on. And right then, there's someone who has liked you since middle school—even if that person is your husband's brother, how would you choose?

Not to mention that at the time, her relationship with Rickwas shattered, Shane had protected their mother and son all the way, coupled with his unrequited crush and mutual understanding—getting together under all these factors was entirely normal.

Rick really couldn't blame Shane for this wave!

The only problem was that after Rick returned, Shane didn't completely extricate himself and still held onto illusions. Something the three of them could have clearly talked out ultimately evolved into brothers killing each other—though Lori's instigation was certainly part of the reason.

"No! If we're going to live together in the future, it's best to resolve all misunderstandings as early as possible, lest it eventually turn into a heartbreaking tragedy."

Rick said in a hoarse voice, both explaining and intending to remind Lori and the other.

Lori's expression stiffened, and she ultimately chose to shut up.

Only Merle and Rick were left in the center of the field.

Both of them carried a lot of anger—one because he discovered his wife's betrayal, and the other because he had nearly died!

Ling Feng stood to the side watching, just in case these two really ended up taking each other's lives.

"Come on, pal!" Rick spoke up.

Merle didn't talk nonsense either. Raising his clenched fists, he rushed forward, unleashing an endless stream of dirty street-fighting tricks. Although Rick had been a policeman for ten or twenty years and had systematic training, he truly wasn't a match for Merle, who fought year-round.

Soon, both of them had injuries on their faces, with no intention of stopping whatsoever.

Rick was fighting Merle entirely on sheer ruthlessness, and even slowly began to suppress Merle.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it trading injury for injury.

"Mom." Carl, worried, buried himself in Lori's arms and didn't dare to look at all.

"It's fine, Dad will win..." Lori squeezed her hands tightly, not daring to shift her gaze away from the field.

But every time she saw Rick get hit, her heart still ached—this was where she was conflicted and wavering.

"Come again!" Rick spat out a mouthful of bloody foam in the middle of the field and shouted at Merle.

Merle frowned as he looked at Rick opposite him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and hardened his heart. "Bring it on, you think I'm scared of you!"

Merle wasn't cowed either. Since Rick wanted a hard collision, then so be it. Raising his fists and no longer dodging, the two began trading punches and kicks, seeing who couldn't take it and fell first.

The surrounding people felt terrified looking at the blood on the two men's faces, and began to worry that one of them might actually end up dying...

It's coming to an end!

Ling Feng thought to himself as he watched Rick gradually grow exhausted and fall behind.

(PS: I'm not writing the other Walking Dead Purple Robe book anymore because this handwritten one is also starting to lose traffic. I can see now that besides other issues, the genre itself is a problem. This book will continue to be manually typed with two updates a day. I'm going off to write Naruto, K.O.3014, and Special Forces!)

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Amy, the plump type, I gotta say, she's quite stacked.