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Dash and the other two looked vigilantly in the direction of the voice, where a middle-aged, greasy man with a large belly and only wearing oversized underwear and flip-flops approached.

"Three of you, give us an explanation," Peter said calmly.

"Hey, Dash, this guy is really trying too hard to impress. I can't stand him," Cheryl said with a disdainful expression. Verna also frowned and turned her head, trying to avoid looking.

Dash laughed, "Kid, what explanation do you want?"

"It's simple. You injured my people, so there must be compensation. I see those two girls look pretty good, they can accompany me for a few nights. If I'm in a good mood, I might forgive you," Peter said, his gaze lecherously lingering on the two women. He had never seen such exquisite women before, even more beautiful than female celebrities on TV.

"Heh heh! Kid, although your taste is good, an old man with no morals like you is the most unbearable. Today, let the old man teach you what a true connoisseur of women is." With that, Dash shouted loudly, "Hard Qi Gong!"

At the moment the sound fell, his previously shriveled muscles began to expand, and his small body started to grow. In the blink of an eye, Dash transformed into a two-meter-tall, muscular man.

"Oh? Can transform too?" Peter was slightly surprised, then teased, "But, it's not just you who can transform."

"Roar!" Dash let out a furious roar. Black hair sprouted from his exposed belly, his arms, and legs. Especially on his wrinkled face, the black hair covered it completely, and a pair of animal ears grew on top.

After the transformation was complete, the previously chubby middle-aged man of around 1.6 meters had turned into a three-meter-long, 1.6-meter-tall jaguar. The jaguar spoke, "Old man, here's your last chance. Either hand over these two women, and I'll let you leave, or you all die here!"

"Heh heh, the old man is 78 years old, still afraid of death? Stop yapping, get on with it!" Dash impatiently took a combat stance.

Hearing this, Peter's expression darkened, his killing intent surged, "Since you want to die, don't blame me for being ruthless." After speaking, he charged towards Dash as if flying.

"Come!" Dash shouted. His muscles surged in his hand, and a faint golden light shimmered on his fist. As Peter charged, Dash roared, "Diamond Fist!" A powerful punch was unleashed, raising a gust of wind that kicked up dust, making it difficult to keep their eyes open. Cheryl and Verna took a few steps back to get out of the battle zone.

"Courting death!" Peter let out a beastly roar, his leopard-sized claws reaching for Dash's fist. In an instant, their fists collided.

Peter's expression changed, feeling an immense force in his claws. He was sent flying backward. Dash looked on, stomped the ground with his legs, and shot out like a cannonball, pursuing Peter who was still airborne. Before Peter could land, Dash had reached him.

"Not good!" Peter inwardly cursed. He saw a fist the size of a pot rapidly enlarging in his field of vision. Soon, the fist struck his face, and his head skimmed the ground for several meters. For a moment, the sensation of pain, sourness, and spiciness exploded in his nose. Before he could recover, another gust of wind came.

"I surrender!" Peter shouted just as his head couldn't withstand the tremendous force and burst open. Instantly, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. The massive headless beast's body also reverted to its original form.

"Tch, that was too easy. The old man didn't even get a proper fight!" Dash shrugged and looked towards Cheryl and Verna not far away, saying, "Cheryl, the threat has been dealt with. The rest is up to you." Dash didn't want to get involved any further. Knowing Anthony's character, he would definitely berate them for this.

"Dash is amazing!" Cheryl complimented, then she and Verna approached to rescue the survivors who had been kidnapped.

there are quite a few people controlled in this XY community, mostly young men and women. Counting them, there are about thirty men and twenty women. However, all of these people have a bewildered look in their eyes, a dim gaze filled with despair for the future. As for the middle-aged and elderly people, according to the survivors' descriptions, because they were deemed useless, they were taken away by a man named Milton to attract zombies.

"Damn it!" Cheryl exclaimed upon hearing this.

In the midst of the apocalypse, lives were as insignificant as grass and mustard seeds. Perhaps there were still survivors' bases like Peter's hidden in places they didn't know, but after rescuing this group of people, deciding whether to keep them or let them go became a headache for her.

"Verna, how should we arrange these people?"

Verna thought for a moment and said, "Let's take them back first and see what Anthony says."

"Will he do anything when he sees these people?" Cheryl hesitated.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Verna teased.

Cheryl immediately straightened her chest in defiance and said, "I... I'm not scared of him!"

While the two women were bantering, they didn't notice that Milton, who had collapsed in the corner, had disappeared at some point.

Meanwhile, on YL Avenue, Anthony carried a katana and effortlessly severed the heads of any zombies that came his way. After clearing the zombie crystals, he walked and pondered.

"I have this nagging feeling that I've forgotten something important." He rubbed his throbbing head and glanced around again. The street seemed unusually quiet. In his previous life, he remembered seeing survivors scavenging for food here and there, but now, there wasn't a single person in sight.

"No, something's off. There's definitely something strange!" After a moment of contemplation, Anthony finally remembered what he had forgotten.

According to his memory, over a month after doomsday, a powerful group of survivors emerged in LinXian City. He couldn't recall the exact name of the organization, but he remembered that its leader was a second-stage Awakened Being who caused a lot of trouble for the survivor base in LinXian City. Anthony, a scavenger at the time, had almost been killed by this organization. Luckily, the Searcher Squad came back just in time to save him. This meant that, unless something unexpected happened, this survivors' organization should have been established by now.

However, the exact location of it remained unknown to Anthony. "Oh well, forget it. Gathering energy points should always be the right move."

Back at the XY community, after escaping, Milton ran westward and crossed YangHe Bridge. When he saw a towering building, he finally stopped. The building had "YangHe Hospital" written on it.

YangHe Hospital belonged to TN City and was a private hospital that had been occupied by a group of people since the apocalypse began. Milton walked up to the entrance and let out a sigh of relief. Then he shouted towards the inside, "Third Brother, it's me, Milton. Can you please open the door?"

After a moment of silence, the sound of birdsong filled the air, and a handsome man emerged from inside the hospital gate. He was casually playing with a seven-tooth comb in his hand and had a toothpick hanging from his mouth. He said with a faint smile, "It's not time to offer sacrifices yet, why did you come here, kid?"

"I... I have something urgent to discuss with Ollie," Milton said anxiously.

"Is seeing Ollie something you can just do?" The man's smile disappeared, and he gestured towards Milton.

Seeing the man's gesture, Milton clenched his teeth. Damn it, this bastard was clearly looking for benefits. Thinking of Peter's gruesome death, Milton made up his mind, took out the last half bag of chocolates from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Not bad. You can go in now. Ollie is waiting for you inside."