Peter

XY Community, Building Six. It's an apartment complex from the 1980s, with its exterior walls already mottled and covered with patches of green moss. Upon entering the building, the staircase is uneven old-fashioned cement, and the handrail has long since rusted.

Milton's speed was swift; he quickly ascended the stairs and reached the front of Room 1028. However, just as he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly heard a faint singing and murmuring of a woman from inside. After a slight hesitation, he still knocked on the door.

The matter concerning the LINXIAN City Vocational and Technical College was too important. Soon, an impatient voice echoed from inside.

"Who's there? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Peter, it's me, Milton! I have something very important to discuss with you." Milton said helplessly.

"Just wait a moment." The man inside responded impatiently.

With no other option, Milton had to stand outside the door, waiting. About a minute later, the door opened, and a provocative scent wafted out. Milton gritted his teeth and stepped inside, only to be greeted by a middle-aged man with his upper body exposed, sporting a large belly. Beside him were three disheveled women in their thirties. Milton glanced at the women.

The middle-aged man immediately caught on and scolded, "Didn't you see I was in the middle of something? Get back to the room!" With his command, the three women quickly scurried back inside.

Once the women were gone, Peter's demeanor changed to a serious one, and he grinned, saying, "Milton, come on, what's so urgent that you had to interrupt?"

Only then did Milton regain his composure and said, "Peter, today while I was gathering supplies, I encountered military personnel. They've set up a survivor base at the LINXIAN City Vocational and Technical College."

"Oh? How many of them?" Peter's interest was piqued.

Milton shook his head, saying, "I'm not sure. I just observed from a distance, but one thing is certain - they have guns."

"Guns?" Peter scoffed, extending his hand and opening five fingers. Suddenly, a row of black hair grew on the back of his hand, and his fingers extended with ten-centimeter-long nails. Under the glare of the fluorescent light, they glinted with a metallic sheen, looking incredibly sharp.

"They're just a pile of junk in front of us," Peter sneered, "When are you planning to take action?"

"I'm not sure yet. I need to first ascertain their strength," Milton said after a moment of thought.

"Alright, put this matter aside for now." Peter waved his hand dismissively, continuing, "In a few days, send the new batch of goods to TN City. Oh, and pick a few young, good-looking ones to stay behind. It's been nothing but young women these days; I'm getting tired of it. Also, over at YangHe Community, according to the bald guy, there have been signs of survivor activity. Make sure to find some time to check it out."

"Understood!" Milton nodded, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Peter, why don't we go solo? Why should we let Ollie take advantage of us?"

A crisp sound rang out, and Milton's left cheek swelled up high. He lowered his head, gripping his fist tightly.

"Remember, Milton, where you are today is all thanks to me and Ollie. If I hear that kind of talk from you again in the future..." Peter didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became heavy. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed from the downstairs neighborhood, accompanied by men's furious roars. Milton and Peter exchanged a glance, especially Peter, whose expression turned serious. He said coldly, "Let's go, see who's the fool who dares to come to my territory."

"Got it!" Milton responded and suddenly accelerated. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from his original position. Inside the room, the middle-aged man let out a furious roar. With only his legs clad in boxer shorts, his muscles began to swell, and rows of black hair grew on his legs. With a powerful stomp, his massive body rushed down at an unimaginable speed.

Downstairs in XY Community.

"You stinking bastards, I'll kill you!" The guard brandished his machete and charged forward. However, before he could get close, he was kicked and sent flying. At the same time, he shouted to the side, "Verna, I'm leaving the hostages to you!"

As his voice fell, a gust of wind rushed towards Cheryl. Seeing this, Verna quickly yelled, "Watch your back!"

"What?" Before Cheryl could react, she was struck hard in the back, and she was sent flying over ten meters. After rolling on the ground, she climbed to her feet, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. If it weren't for the venom armor protecting her, her spine might have been shattered.

After kicking Cheryl away, the gust of wind changed direction and charged towards Verna. Dash, noticing the danger, immediately stepped in front of Verna.

In the next moment, a crisp sound echoed. A figure appeared and took a few steps back, cautiously eyeing the old man before him. He asked coldly, "Who are you people? Why did you attack our XY Community?"

"Ha!" Dash's expression turned cold. He didn't want to interfere, but when his teammate was attacked, the situation changed. He said lightly, "You don't need to know who we are. Old man, let me give you a piece of advice: Karma catches up with those who do unscrupulous deeds."

"So, you're nosy." Milton's face showed a mocking smile. He had encountered this type of person three times before, but what happened to them in the end?

Milton sneered, "Since we're being nosy, then we'll stick around!" With that, he crouched down and shouted, "Extreme Speed!" He instantly disappeared from his original position, reappearing in front of Dash.

"Take this!" Milton shouted, his fist aimed at Dash's face.

"Awakened!" Dash's eyes widened slightly. Since Daisy, this was only the second awakened person he had encountered. Reacting quickly, he raised a single hand, transforming his open palm into a fist. With a crisp sound, he easily blocked the oncoming punch.

"Old man, you've got some skills." Milton continued to shout, unfazed by his blocked punch. He took a step back and then kicked out with a whip-like motion. The whip kick was both swift and fierce, enhanced by his awakened speed, creating a sonic boom.

Another crisp sound. Milton's whip kick was directly blocked by Dash's raised leg. The two exchanged blows in rapid succession, and Milton began to feel the pressure.

In the next second, Dash taunted, "Young man, had enough fun? Now it's the old man's turn to step in." He grabbed hold of Milton's incoming whip kick, effortlessly lifting his leg, and Milton was suddenly lifted into the air.

"Go!" Dash shouted loudly, thrusting his foot into Milton's chest. Milton spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying more than thirty meters back. He crashed heavily to the ground, emitting a muffled groan. Seeing Milton's condition, Dash turned to Cheryl with a grin, asking, "How was that, young lady? Did the old man's kick suffice?"

"It was okay." Cheryl shrugged.

If Anthony were here, that guy who kicked him would already be down for the count. But just then, a voice sounded nearby.

"Three of you, barging into my territory and injuring my people, we should discuss the reasoning behind this."