Ruffian

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A slow knocking sound echoed, and the three young men were momentarily stunned.

Someone's here?

In the midst of the apocalypse, who would dare to come?

These three weren't residents of the building; they had just come to the rooftop for a barbecue on the weekend. Little did they know an unexpected event would occur. Fortunately, none of them had mutated.

However, seeing the zombies roaming the streets, biting people everywhere, they immediately locked the iron gate.

The three were tough individuals, and the food was quickly depleted. They mustered the courage to venture downstairs in search of more food.

They soon discovered that the so-called zombies were nothing more than that. Their bodies were stiff, and their movements were slow. As long as they weren't pounced upon, survival was entirely possible!

The few zombies downstairs were taken down by the three, and they brought all the food back upstairs.

But today, a colorful glow gradually descended.

Thinking it was a falling meteorite, they discovered it had no destructive power. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a randomly rewarded talent.

Fully convinced, the three understood that the apocalypse had occurred, and nothing was impossible anymore.

These three brothers, usually full of camaraderie, suddenly became divided over a talent.

This was a chance to survive; no one would give it up!

The knocking sound also interrupted their argument.

"Who's there?!"

A burly man with his upper body exposed, a scarred dragon tattoo on his chest, his face fiercely menacing, spoke up.

The knocking sound continued, orderly and compact.

The three were a bit annoyed. What was going on?

"Big brother, something's being pushed in!" A skinny, bespectacled young man said.

The burly man approached slowly, lowering his head to take a look.

"Door-to-door service? Damn it, what the hell is this! Which bastard dares to mock me?"

The burly man angrily exclaimed, directly opening the iron gate.

A figure dressed strangely appeared outside the door, leaving the three puzzled.

Black sunglasses and a plastic bag, a pink curtain behind, a bright red down jacket, white gloves, and even a flat-bottomed pan on the back!

What the hell was this? A lunatic?

Shaun didn't pay attention to the three's gaze, slowly walking in. When he saw the colorful circle in the corner, his heart suddenly heated up.

He turned his head, coldly looking at the three with crimson eyes.

How dare these three mortals insult me?

Shaun was about to reveal his true self, giving the three an utterly shocking surprise.

"Kill him! He's probably a lunatic!" The burly man directly shouted in a stern tone.

The three picked up shining machetes and approached.

Shaun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Damn, are all three of them bandits? Why does the script feel off?

Shaun wanted to take out the burly man first, ready to pounce.

The burly man picked up a machete and stabbed at him, the speed even faster than his!

Shtick!

The sound of a blade entering flesh left him stunned.

Although Shaun was already a fourth-order common zombie, facing the burly man wielding a deadly weapon made him feel slightly overwhelmed.

He suddenly had an idea, covering his stomach with his right hand and pointing at the burly man with his left. He looked incredulous and slowly fell down.

The burly man withdrew his blade and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Damn it, what's this? Pretending to be a lunatic here! What the hell are you wearing a red down jacket for in this scorching heat?"

The burly man turned around, the ferocity of the scarred dragon on his chest growing more pronounced. He addressed the two behind him.

"Brothers, it seems it's no longer safe now. If we want to survive, these talents should be the key!"

You know my personality as well. I've taken this talent, and there are more places where it's available. Shall I take you two to those places?"

The burly man patted his chest, speaking with a hearty tone.

"I feel that my combat power is stronger, and I'm more confident with the talent!" Another brawny man, equally burly, said.

A lazy sheep was tattooed on his chest, and the pile of feces on top of his head strangely matched his chest hair.

"When I got my tattoo, I didn't make a sound. Big brother, your scarred dragon is incomplete because you were afraid of the pain!"

"Let me take this talent!"

"Hmph! If the two of you keep arguing, then whoever wins will take it, how about that?!"

A flash of anger crossed the burly man's eyes. This was his shame, and it was being brought up again today.

"Today, I'll swallow your fat sheep with my scarred dragon!"

"Alright, but since we're brothers, we don't need weapons. How about a bare-handed fight?!"

The burly man with the sheep tattoo put down his machete, his eyes equally fierce.

"Good! You don't need to participate. Your body is too weak! Whether I or Brother Song wins, we'll take care of you!"

The slim young man's face remained calm as he took a step back to show that he wouldn't participate in the fight.

The big brother discarded his machete and walked over empty-handed, his muscles bulging, radiating power.

The second brother's eyes gleamed as he stood still, watching the big brother approach, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Big brother, don't blame me!"

Suddenly, he bent down, picking up the machete on the ground, and stabbed directly without any hesitation.

The big brother seemed a bit stunned, but he also smiled. He turned to look at his brother, who was coming at him with the blade.

"Don't blame me either!"

A machete suddenly pierced through the second brother's abdomen. He looked incredulous and slowly turned around.

Surprisingly, it was the slim third brother holding the machete, looking at him with a fierce expression.

"You?!"

The big brother laughed, praised him, "Well done!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, taking advantage of the big brother's inability to grab a weapon in a short time, the third brother continued to charge with the machete in hand.

"The talent is mine!" The slim young man yelled fiercely.

The big brother hadn't expected this, but he quickly reacted, narrowly avoiding the first strike.

Then they grappled with each other.

Little Wen's body was weak, and the first strike didn't work, and he was defeated when the big brother closed in on him.

"Damn it, daring to betray me!"

The big brother knocked him to the ground, a fierce look on his face. He punched again and again.

It seemed he intended to beat him to death on the spot. He couldn't believe that his brother, who usually respected him, would betray him!

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out. The big brother felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. His vision became somewhat blurred, and he tried to turn his head.

Bang!

As the big brother turned around, he saw a frying pan coming at him, wielded by the same eccentric "lunatic" from earlier.

"You..."

Bang!

The big brother's words were cut off as the frying pan knocked him down.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that the eccentric individual, who had lost his fighting capability earlier, would stand up again!

Three idiots! What are they even doing here!

Shaun looked at the three incapacitated men, and he slowly unveiled the black plastic bag he was carrying.

Roar!

With a roar, he revealed his true identity as a zombie. In the terrified and despairing eyes of the three, he lunged at them.

The three never expected that a zombie would play dead and fall to the ground.

And using a frying pan as a weapon? This was just too skillful!