Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117

The temporary shelter where the martial arts school trainees were located.

Cui Xiaofei returned with Zhao Zhong.

Other trainees gathered around. The incident had already happened, and seeing them return together, they knew Senior Brother Cui must have gone over there.

After a brief conversation, they knew that Senior Brother Cui had met with Lin Fan from the Sunshine Shelter.

Cui Xiaofei looked at the younger brothers and sisters he had brought out. When the injection was administered, the evolution failed, killing one. Now, another one was dead. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel•fire.net

The first one was fate.

The second one was his responsibility.

Change in temperament caused Jiang Shan to become brutal, leaving his original identity behind.

"Senior Brother, why did Jiang Shan turn out this way?"

Some trainees asked, which was also the sentiment of most of them.

"Here, you have changed here."

Cui Xiaofei pointed at the heart, which represented the heart. When ordinary people suddenly had a never-before-seen power, it was easy to lose control—not of power, but of the heart.

All the trainees lowered their heads, looking at where their hearts were.

Some appeared to be in deep thought.

Some said, "Senior Brother Cui, I think that we are already different now. As mutants, we have zombie genes. We exist as half-human, half-zombie. Whether human or zombie, it doesn’t relate to us much."

As those words were spoken, the remaining trainees looked at the person in surprise. Such a notion exceeded their imagination.

"How could we not be human? We are human! We practiced martial arts at the school to fight against oppressors. Leaving with Senior Brother to gain power was because we were powerless as ordinary people. Only with strength can we resist the apocalypse," Zhao Zhong argued, noticing that some of his companions’ eyes remained unperturbed, showing no waves from his words.

Calm as still waters, very tranquil.

Cui Xiaofei said nothing. The path was one they chose for themselves, the direction to move forward, that was their business, even he couldn’t influence it.

What were the side effects of the injection?

He had never felt any impact from the injection on his body and mind.

Gene unlocking to the fourth stage.

His body naturally had undergone changes, but his heart remained unchanged. Was it really that the injection had no effect in this regard? He couldn’t say for sure, nor could he guarantee.

There might be an impact, but it should be minimal.

The main reason was still that one’s own mind was unwilling to remain consistent with the past.

Cui Xiaofei sensed someone approaching from outside, came to the window, and indeed saw a figure riding a handsome motorcycle speeding towards them from the desolate distance.

That figure caused his brow to twitch slightly.

The trainees gathered around, curiously looking into the distance.

"Senior Brother, who is she?"

"Yeah, she seems so domineering. That motorcycle is truly impressive, seems like a ’Honda Dragon God’, with a jet-black body and dual-exhaust, absolutely majestic."

Those familiar with it were quite envious, though considering it’s already the apocalypse, nothing requires money anymore. As long as you find the place, you can find anything you want.

"She’s Zhong Hong, Poison Sting, one of the organization’s twelve perfect mutants."

Cui Xiaofei mentioned the person’s title.

The trainees were very curious. Poison Sting Zhong Hong, anyone with a nickname must be terrifying, though they hadn’t been mutants for long.

But Senior Brother Cui had also told them some things.

The twelve perfect mutants were the elite among mutants.

Senior Brother was the most perfect among them.

He was called... Red Demon Wings.

A very strange title.

They had seen Senior Brother’s wing form, but nothing beyond that. They certainly couldn’t believe that was the final form.

So they wondered what kind of form would qualify to be called ’Red Demon Wings’.

Zhong Hong executed a tail spin, the tire screeching against the ground.

Zhong Hong propped a foot on the ground, looking up at the few figures in the building above.

Cui Xiaofei jumped down, landed, and walked over to Zhong Hong.

"What are you here for?"

Zhong Hong said, "The organization has discovered a weak Creator. We’ve been notified to join the hunt. We need the Creator’s corpse, come with me, many people are already waiting there."

The so-called weak Creator was the organization’s classification for certain Creators.

Many Creators’ evolutions were quite failures.

Just because they were larger didn’t mean they were more powerful.

You could say gigantic Creators were disgusting, but you can’t say large Creators were necessarily strong.

Cui Xiaofei smiled, surprised that the organization was growing bolder, even considering Creators. Although he hadn’t fought a Creator, he knew their terrifying nature.

Even the weakest wasn’t something they could casually handle.

After notifying them, Zhong Hong revved the throttle and left quickly, never considering taking him along.

He glanced back at the trainees, waved, and pursued the direction where Zhong Hong left.

His running speed was extremely fast, surpassing normal human limits, like a gust of wind sweeping by, instantly vanishing without a trace.

Lin Fan, dealing with many matters, didn’t go out to cleanse zombies but was strolling around the park where livestock were raised, as a form of brief relaxation.