Chapter Thirteen: Kill Them

It was clear that Bai Xing’s body could no longer bear the strain. Fang Xia took out a rice ball and handed it to her.

“Eat this.”

Bai Xing didn’t ask what it was. She simply did as Fang Xia said.

The moment the rice ball touched her lips, a wave of fresh seafood flavor burst in her mouth, delighting her senses. It had been so long since she’d tasted anything so delicious.

After finishing the rice ball, Fang Xia handed her a bottle of mineral water. He had only brought two bottles for this trip, and now both were given to Bai Xing.

She didn’t bother to question how Fang Xia could produce things out of thin air. With zombies roaming the world, what else was there that could not be explained?

She gulped down half the bottle in one go, her strength returning, her spirit revived.

“Bai Xing, it really is you!”

Just as they were about to move on, a large group of female students suddenly rushed out from the nearby dormitory building.

Well, well, so many survivors? Modern university students really are resilient.

“Bai Xing, you’re amazing! You can even kill zombies!”

“Sister Bai Xing, take me with you, please! I want to go with you!”

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Bai Xing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. She shot a covert glance at Fang Xia, relieved to see he hadn’t slipped away. Only then did her heart settle.

“Sorry, we’re too few and too weak to take you all with us. You’ll have to find your own way.”

Bai Xing spoke calmly. Though they all went to the same school and lived in the same dorm, she barely knew any of them.

Taking this group of burdens along—let alone Fang Xia, even she herself would never agree to it.

“Come on, the place is crawling with zombies. There’s just the two of you, and with us, we could look out for each other, right?”

A muscular male student stepped forward. He knew it was useless to beg Bai Xing; the real decision lay with Fang Xia.

Fang Xia only smiled. Did they really think he’d fall for such tricks?

Fang Xia was about to speak when Bai Xing suddenly exploded with rage.

“You really know how to flatter yourself, talking about looking out for each other. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re really like, Yang Li. Not only do you bully the weak around campus, you harass any girl with even a hint of beauty. Xiao Tian’s been your victim time and again—she’s too timid to fight back. That night you got her drunk, dragged her to bed, and then just walked away like nothing happened. Scum like you, do you really deserve to speak?”

Bai Xing’s outburst caught Fang Xia off guard. Thinking it over, it seemed Xiao Tian’s ordeal wasn’t so easily resolved. In that case, it was best to kill Yang Li and settle the score.

Yang Li’s face froze, humiliated by her words. The surrounding students were too frightened to even breathe.

Bai Xing, this crazy woman—how dare she defy Yang Li just because she has a man backing her up? Everyone at school knows she’s also a boxing coach in private.

Yang Li finally lost it. All his bravado vanished as he pointed at Bai Xing and shouted.

“Bai Xing, fine! You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone. Tonight, I’ll drag you back—and brothers, you’ve all waited long enough. Every one of you, take her! Tonight, everyone gets a taste!”

Every man’s eyes burned with desire. She was the campus beauty, after all. If they could sleep with her just once, they’d brag about it for life. Everyone was eager, but no one dared be the first to charge, uncertain of the strength of the man behind Bai Xing.

“What are you afraid of? It’s just one man and one woman. No matter how tough they are, there’s eight of us. What’s there to fear?”

Yang Li saw their hesitation and goaded them on.

Fang Xia sighed. In these desperate times, the greed of human nature was finally laid bare.

Bai Xing’s whole body trembled. She had dared to curse Yang Li only because Fang Xia was behind her. But now that Yang Li was beyond reason, ready to seize her by force, and the men’s heated gazes bore down on her, she was finally afraid.

“Bai Xing, do you want me to kill them?”

A calm, almost indifferent voice came from behind her. Before the apocalypse, Bai Xing would have thought Fang Xia insane. But after seeing him kill zombies without so much as a frown, she believed he could do it. She looked back at him.

“Kill them? Even if it’s the apocalypse, it’s still against the law. Just teach them a lesson.”

Having just survived the outbreak, Bai Xing still didn’t realize that soon, there would be no laws left in this world.

“You want to plead for the beasts who are about to devour you? Have you forgotten who humiliated Xiao Tian? Or do you want to be humiliated yourself?”

Fang Xia’s words, though calm, pierced straight to her heart.

“Kill us? Ha! You really have a big mouth. Brothers, get him—cripple that guy!”

With a mad laugh, Yang Li led the charge, the other seven men surging after Fang Xia and Bai Xing like a pack of ravenous wolves upon two defenseless lambs.

The sight overwhelmed Bai Xing, and she collapsed to the ground. The terror of eight grown men rushing at her far surpassed that of any lumbering zombie. She could have run from a zombie, but with eight men, she didn’t even have the will to flee.

As the group closed in, just a few meters away, Bai Xing finally summoned all her courage and screamed with all her might,

“Fang Xia, kill them! From now on, I am yours!”

In that instant, a purple light-blade flew across the scene, piercing straight into Yang Li’s chest.

Yang Li thought his strength as a gym instructor and his seven companions would be more than enough to beat the boy. Yet the long-handled, glowing blade flashed so swiftly that he didn’t even react before it struck him down, forcing him to his knees.

The remaining seven men froze, staring at Yang Li clutching his bleeding chest. Their courage evaporated.

Fang Xia walked over calmly and stomped on Yang Li’s abdomen. Already gripping his chest, Yang Li rolled onto his side, blood spurting from his mouth.

Fang Xia slowly drew the radiant war blade from Yang Li’s body. Blood gushed like a fountain from his chest. The pitiful Yang Li, unable even to utter a final word, convulsed a few times, then moved no more.

The battle was over in a heartbeat—if it could even be called a battle. It was nothing but a one-sided slaughter.

The rest, watching Fang Xia remain utterly composed after the killing, found his lack of expression chilling, as if he’d merely squashed an ant. They all knew they stood no chance.

Screams erupted as the students fled in terror, desperate to escape the man before them.

Fang Xia stood quietly, watching them flee. He didn’t pursue—killing Yang Li was enough. Chasing down the others would be a waste of energy and serve no purpose.

He glanced at his watch. It was already eleven o’clock. Time to go back.

“Let’s go.”

With his war blade in hand, Fang Xia turned and walked away. Bai Xing seemed as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, the words never left her lips.