Chapter 1834: Chapter 1834

"Hmm?" Yi Huangcheng wasn’t impatient, he was just puzzled, "What happened to you?"

"There’s a Zhou Wenshe here. Two months ago, my son fell ill. With nowhere to turn, I borrowed twelve Yajin from them. Now, I’ve already repaid ten Yajin, but their interest is just too high. I still owe them six Yajin! Before you came, someone from Zhou Wenshe came looking for me. They told me..." As she spoke, recalling the words the red-haired man had said earlier, desperation deepened on the woman’s face, "They told me to repay the remaining Yajin the day after tomorrow. In such a short time, how can I get so much Yajin? Please help me! I’m really begging you! Help me!" Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵

"If I can’t repay, my son will be sold into slavery, and I’ll die!"

With that, the woman knelt directly in front of Yi Huangcheng, crying, her voice mournful.

But his face was expressionless; he just asked the woman, "Didn’t Cloud Gorge Base already issue and promote new laws? I remember one of them says killing is illegal, right?"

"Haha, killing illegal, still think this is the old era, do you? Su... our mayor, when she just evolved into a Level 9 New Human, countless Level 6 and Level 7 New Humans died in that period. Who was there to manage this place in such a short time?"

"Besides, we don’t have any benefits here; those district chiefs can’t profit, so why would they do anything?"

Hearing this, Yi Huangcheng’s face turned grim, but considering that this was Cloud Gorge Base and not the Royal Court, he could only sigh and then ask, "How old is your son this year?"

"Ah? Ni... nine years old..." Hearing Yi Huangcheng ask this, the woman got a bit flustered, fearing he might be one of the big shots the red-haired man mentioned!

And he fell silent, finally just taking a few slightly red Yajin from his pocket and tossing them into the woman’s lap, then said, "I won’t help you kill anyone, but take these Yajin. When you get back, educate your son well and let him know that only by being strong on your own is the fundamental way to survive in this world. Relying too much on others is wrong, it’s foolish."

After speaking, he didn’t linger at all, striding away, and the woman, seeing the Yajin in her lap, didn’t care what he said. She packed them up happily and ran into the gray building.

Yi Huangcheng stopped, shaking his head. He glanced around at the surrounding walls, all painted with various unsightly graffiti, garbage cans that were mere decorations, trash piled into hills, and dark green giant flies hovering over the garbage like swarms of locusts.

The occasional stench wafting over made one nauseous, with a sour undertone of decaying bodies.

In the gaps of the garbage pile crawled numerous cockroaches, some of which had evolved to adult palm size!

Just looking at them was enough to make one shiver!

In a not-so-noticeable alleyway, "artists" and clients engaged in dirty and unspeakable transactions, the sound of haggling occasionally reaching the ears.

In the building’s windows, many people watched, some addicts with faces showing manic and somewhat dazed smiles, looked at him and chuckled "hehehe."

"Hey, Orange, come on, what are you spacing out for?" someone noticed Yi Huangcheng had fallen out of line and called out.

"Coming!" Yi Huangcheng withdrew his gaze and caught up.

"Ah..." he sighed internally. He had been in the Royal Court for too long and almost forgot what the apocalypse was like. He remembered playing a game as a child, the name of which he couldn’t recall. He only remembered that the game’s style was gray, just like what he was seeing now.

This was no longer the human world; it was hell!

No, perhaps it can be considered hell, just touching the edge of it.

And I don’t know, how is she now? Is she still alive?

He was somewhat conflicted, seeing only the tip of the iceberg of the present, possibly somewhere unknown, deeply dark things beyond imagination were happening. If that person was still alive, still an ordinary person, he’d rather pray that she’s dead!

Ah Fu walked at the front, stopping in front of a bungalow. Through a glance into the house, behind the window curtains, someone was secretly watching them. But as Ah Fu’s giant eye glared over, the person behind screamed, collapsing onto the floor in fright.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he shouted, and the person inside turned their back, not daring to look again.

Behind, Jiang Zhenbo followed Ah Fu’s leg. Seeing him stop, he couldn’t help but ask, "Brother Hu, what’s wrong?"

Ah Fu didn’t speak. He turned his head to glance at Hu Ji behind him, seeing the other nod and then shake his head.

"Strange." Ah Fu muttered, asking Jiang Zhenbo, "What forces are there around here?"

"The forces around here are mostly small organizations; I don’t know exactly how many, but I do know the largest organization in China D11 District is supposedly called Laeyang Community?"

"Around two or three hundred people, their organization’s boss is a Level 3 New Human, and the members usually live off selling drugs and inferior nutritional mixtures."

"Only two or three hundred people?" Tang Ye frowned, appearing more confused, continuing to ask, "What about other organizations?"

"As for other organizations... generally about forty or fifty people, just some unremarkable survivor teams. Brother Hu, is there something serious happening?"

"Not really..." Ah Fu shook his head but still didn’t answer. He scrutinized the small bungalow before him, then propped his massive body with both hands to climb up and looked out into the distance. It didn’t take long for him to jump back down.

He pointed towards the road at the corner, at the end of which was a pair of double doors painted with blue paint.

He told Jiang Zhenbo, "There are several zombies behind the door, but there are lots of people gathered nearby, far more than four hundred." As he spoke, he shrugged his nose; the dense vitality scent on the New Humans was really a lot, a lot.

"More than four hundred people?" Jiang Zhenbo was stunned; Ah Fu’s small facial expression made him a little suspicious, but now wasn’t the time to think about it.

Since when did China D11 District have an organization with over four hundred members?

"Don’t worry about it for now. Once the fight breaks out, if those people dare to interfere, have your men kill them as quickly as possible."

"Okay!" Jiang Zhenbo did not refuse. After Ah Fu waved, he moved stealthily towards the blue door, and Huang Quanjiu and his men hurriedly followed, quickly ambushing on both sides of the door.

Ah Fu looked at Huang Quanjiu, who immediately reacted, clenching his fist, ready to punch the wall open. But just then, the few heard some movement inside, as if someone was coming towards the door, which made Huang Quanjiu withdraw his hand.

In front of a factory behind the door, a man who looked about thirty-seven or thirty-eight was sharpening a rusty kitchen knife. But as he sharpened, "it" sensed something, put down the knife, and looked up at the door not far away.

The muscles on its face twisted a bit, making it involuntarily grind its teeth, producing an ear-piercing "creak!"

This was a high-level zombie masquerading as a "person"!

It stood up and walked towards the door. As it moved, the five fingers on its left hand changed shape into sharp claws!

Quickly, it approached the door, slowly opening it, and upon seeing Ah Fu’s deadly face, it instinctively swung its left hand, already turned into claws, but before it could swing, a giant palm descended from above, pinning the creature to the ground on the spot!