Chapter Sixty-Two: The Unbearable Liang Jing

The middle-aged man at the head only heard a sharp crack, and the subordinate he had sent for reinforcements suddenly had a blood hole the size of a teacup blown through his head. He dropped dead to the ground, and the middle-aged man’s heart clenched so violently that he could not even speak.

He had never expected the other side to be so ruthless and decisive. Fear seized him. He was only the leader of a small team of a dozen men or so, and this hunt for the girl had been nothing more than a chance to curry favor with Young Master Tu and climb to a higher branch. He had never imagined it would turn into a matter of life and death. At once, he tried to run...

But how could Liang Jing possibly let him get away? When it came to enemies, Liang Jing never did half measures. If he acted, he went all the way, leaving no one alive. At his gesture, a group of people immediately rushed over and beat down the four remaining men with fists and kicks, pinning them in place.

"Move!"

Though he felt helpless, Liang Jing had not expected trouble to break out the moment he arrived. He had originally intended to keep a low profile and avoid drawing the attention of Young Master Tu’s faction if possible, but now things seemed to be heading in the worst possible direction. This was not a place to linger. Better to avoid the sharp edge first, then learn exactly what was going on.

Under Liang Jing’s orders, the gray-black zombie Brother Huang did not even spare the corpse of the fallen lackey. It cleaned everything up neatly before heading outside to find a place, a tactical relocation, one might say. Liang Jing glanced at the crowd that had kept well away, even farther than the earlier group, as though the farther they could flee, the better. He shook his head. No wonder these people lived like beggars and refugees; with that kind of courage, they were only fit to be trampled on. Liang Jing gave a wry smile. Still, that was fine. At least outsiders had no idea exactly what had happened here, which would work to his advantage.

The group escorted the four henchmen of Young Master Tu and the two pursued women away from the area and headed in a different direction from where they had come, intending to look for some building or another to spend the night in before deciding what to do next.

Sigh...

With the help of the two tireless zombies, Liang Jing and the others did not take long to find two rows of single-story houses standing opposite each other, about a few kilometers away from the crowd. There were five rooms on each side, more than enough to make do for the night after a bit of tidying up. However, the result of the interrogation made Liang Jing sigh. As expected, no matter how one tried to avoid it, trouble would still come knocking.

He glanced at the two college girls huddled in a corner. They seemed somewhat uneasy and nervous, waiting for an unknown fate to be decided. Liang Jing felt thoroughly annoyed. He had only just joined the crowd and was already at odds with Young Master Tu, a man with tremendous power in this refugee-filled place. It seemed he and Young Master Tu were simply fated to be incompatible. Who knew how furious the other side would be once he learned that Liang Jing had successively ruined his good deeds...

He had the others deal with the captured men. Everyone knew Liang Jing’s habits; he basically left no survivors. They were taken aside, killed, and the bodies buried. This frightened the two college girls who had been "rescued" so badly that their faces went pale. Su Yuting even felt, deep down, that the man was far too ruthless, not quite matching what she had imagined. Even though she had seen plenty of dead people during this period, she still felt uneasy.

Liang Jing, however, paid no mind to any of that. He was thinking that, given Young Master Tu’s personality, confrontation between them was probably inevitable sooner or later, and it would be irreconcilable. He needed to prepare early. For now, he could only hope to conceal things for as long as possible. The other side had at least a hundred professionally trained armed men, and they possessed all kinds of sniper rifles and autocannons. If he really went up against them, even with his leather armor on, he did not know how he would die...

One had to know that even the lowest kinetic energy of a sniper rifle could reach seven thousand joules, enough to pierce a steel plate an inch thick, not to mention its lethality. Against wood, it might go through half a meter; against a human body, the consequences were obvious. As for autocannons, with calibers of twenty millimeters and above, their maximum range could reach several kilometers, and their maximum rate of fire could be several hundred rounds per minute. One could easily imagine how terrifying they were.

The more Liang Jing thought about it, the more frightened he felt. Even though his body was already in a nonhuman state, he was still deeply wary of those savage firearms. Ordinary rifles would have a hard time threatening his life, but the kinetic energy of a sniper rifle was several times greater than that of a standard rifle. If a shot struck his head, the chance of him being instantly killed was very high. It seemed he could not fight them head-on; he would have to strike from behind and launch hidden ambushes.

Still, his original plan to stay among the crowd and follow them to N City was basically ruined. With Young Master Tu’s personality, once he learned what had happened, he would never let it go. And their group had just been clearly seen by many people in the crowd, so the next thing they would likely face was a manhunt. But let it come. Autocannons were awkward to move around, so as long as he dealt with the snipers hidden in the dark, that would be enough. Liang Jing had already prepared for the worst.

He had originally planned to use the crowd as cover and escape if faced with enormous danger, but that plan was now finished. After all, he had already encountered dangers that were almost impossible to resist, such as the Golden Baroque, the rat tide, the flood dragon, and the like. If not for his quick wits and good luck, he would have been finished long ago. Liang Jing did not think his strength was poor now, but he still held a deep fear of this world. At the very least, those monsters were not things he could handle. He did not want to take risks, nor did he believe luck would always be on his side.

He was in a very bad mood, for some reason agitated, with a fire in his chest that seemed to need release.

Liang Jing’s physical constitution alone was more than ten times that of an ordinary person, and the vigor of his blood and qi was beyond imagination. For more than twenty years, he had been a sulky, sexually frustrated bachelor, constantly teased and tempted by Ling Qinghe, that seductive and charming married woman, yet never given any release. The irritability in his mood was merely the fuse. At that moment, Liang Jing looked as if he might erupt at any second, his eyes even faintly red...

Liang Jing hurried into the bathroom. It was wonderful to have two faithful zombie underlings with boundless strength and bodies of iron who never tired; drinking water was never a concern, and there was no need to struggle the way the other survivors did, unable even to manage a bath. Liang Jing kept pouring cold water over his head, trying to cool the fire in his body.

At mealtime, although there was a shortage of many ingredients and utensils, there were sausages, mutated dog meat from the steel-spined beast, mutated beef, and some other mutant monster meats, along with some greens found in the fields. Under Wu Aimin’s hands, he had once worked as a chef in a five-star hotel, and all kinds of appetizing aromas kept drifting out.

Perhaps the two girls had not had a decent meal since the apocalypse began. In addition, they had received no help from other pursuers later on, and they had spent the whole day fleeing in terror. Their appetites were excellent. They even put aside the worry and tension from waiting to be dealt with, and eagerly ate the long-lost white rice and all kinds of mutated beast meat that were more varied and even more delicious than anything before the apocalypse. They did not notice at all that, while eating, Liang Jing kept glancing at the three women from time to time, his heated gaze nearly blazing with fire. Even the others nearby noticed that something was off.

In truth, the others were all ordinary men as well, not without their own thoughts. They would occasionally size up the women too, only not as directly or as uncontrollably as Liang Jing. Soon someone noticed Liang Jing’s unusual behavior. That look of his was practically saying he wanted to devour them whole, and everyone secretly snickered.

Ling Qinghe noticed that something was wrong too. No matter how much she had tried to tempt Liang Jing before, he had never responded. Yet now, the moment these two escaped college girls arrived, he was reacting like this. A tremendous sense of crisis suddenly surged through her, and she felt as though she had invited wolves into the house. She regretted it bitterly. Why had she suddenly become so kindhearted before? Now look at this—what a mess.

Come to think of it, she had not noticed before that one of the two girls she had saved was actually so beautiful. She was almost too perfect. Even Ling Qinghe could not help but admire her, while also feeling a trace of jealousy. How much more would the men feel?

By now, Liang Jing’s fire, which had only just been suppressed by cold water, surged back up again. There was nothing to be done. One of the girls, named Su Yuting, was simply too beautiful. After bathing and changing into clean clothes, with her long hair cascading down, her delicate little face was enchanting. Her skin was fine and fair, and she was about one hundred sixty-six centimeters tall, slender with curves in all the right places. Though not exaggerated, her figure was perfectly balanced and harmonious, a true work of art. Especially that waterfall of hair over her shoulders, those faint willow-leaf eyebrows, those large eyes with long lashes, that dreamy look in her gaze, the straight bridge of her nose, and those pink, lustrous lips—the small mouth alone radiated astonishing, seductive charm. Her face was flawless, smooth and radiant, the kind that made one want to bite into it.

Thinking of the cry for help she had let out earlier, so clear yet still tinged with youthful innocence, Liang Jing’s already unquenched fire flared up again. Especially when he recalled what she had said while asking for help: that if he saved them, she would do anything he wanted...

A succubus!

Too perfect!

No wonder a man like Young Master Tu would not, as before, simply drag her back by force, but instead slowly play with her until she surrendered of her own accord...

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Time to knock her down, huh? Is that so? Maybe. Probably...

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