Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

"Of course, we can't just make this up." The man with the buzz cut waved his hand, a hint of impatience in his voice. "I didn't call you because I thought we'd make too much of a target if we acted together. Don't overthink it."

Judging that the medicine was about to take effect, he spoke with much more confidence.

"But he saved my life." Jin Ting looked at the man with a complicated expression.

"If it weren't for Chief Cheng, and if it weren't for the Fuxing Base, you wouldn't have had the chance to meet Shen Chengyin. There's an order to things, Jin Ting."

The man with the buzz cut sounded a little impatient.

He's in a hurry to kill someone, so why is Jin Ting being so dramatic?

The most skilled superhumans in the base were almost all appointed under Cheng Yibin, and they were provided with the highest standard of food and clothing. In other words, what was the difference between Cheng Yibin and their benefactor? Only a meddlesome woman like Jin Ting would ask so many questions.

With his buzz cut, he stood up, pushed Jin Ting aside, and was about to enter the room.

Halfway there, the knife suddenly slipped from his hand.

Jiang Yurou had previously sent people to confiscate their weapons, but they were never returned. All he has left is that small knife.

"Jin Ting, what are you doing?!"

Jin Ting gripped the knife tightly in her hand, took a half step back, and distanced herself from him.

But he saved my life.

She repeated herself stubbornly, her eyes swirling with struggle.

On one side is the leader's nurturing grace, and on the other side is the grace of saving their lives.

If she fails to achieve her goal, she will at most face punishment and a scolding from the leader. But if she betrays Shen Chengyin, Shen Chengyin will lose his life.

Even now, she still firmly believes that, in any situation, human life is more important than anything else.

When a person dies, everything truly becomes meaningless.

The man with the buzz cut twitched at the corner of his mouth, stopped talking nonsense, and reached out to grab Jin Ting.

He is a rare time-based ability user who recently entered the beginner level and is the only beginner time-based ability user in the revival base.

Unfortunately, his low-level special abilities were too weak, so he usually had almost no combat power.

The two were highly skilled and quickly engaged in combat.

Although Jin Ting had a weapon in her hand, she did not use it, and only fought back with her fists.

The man with the buzz cut grabbed Jin Ting's head, and her half-length hair quickly broke off at the point of contact, splitting and turning white.

Without even blinking, Jin Ting punched the man with the buzz cut in the face twice, knocking him to the ground.

"This time is an exception. I won't lay a hand on you again, but at least until we return to the base, if you want to kill Shen Chengyin, you'll have to get past me first."

Jin Ting took a deep breath, her eyes meeting the stubble-faced man on the ground with a complex expression.

With his buzz cut, his face was red and swollen, and his mouth was split and bleeding. He glared fiercely at Jin Ting and mouthed an extremely offensive and insulting phrase.

Jin Ting pretended not to hear, stepped over him, walked to the window to deal with the still-burning powder, and opened the window to ventilate the room.

The room was treated with medicine, and Jin Ting could only stand guard at the door.

She didn't go back to her room, so she naturally didn't know that someone was missing from it.

After Jin Ting left, the man with the buzz cut got up, cursing as he did so.

You bastard! If he had a gun, he would have shot that bastard in the head first!

Damn it, that damned Jiang Yurou, she insisted on confiscating their weapons.

They're both despicable!

The man with the buzz cut started looking around for any usable weapon, even a piece of metal would do. At worst, he could climb through the window and strangle Shen Chengyin… but that would be too loud, and he didn't know if he'd be discovered.

As he was pondering this, he saw something gleaming coldly in the distance.

It was too dark for him to see clearly. The thing was in the corner; it could easily be sheet metal or some other metal.

The crew-cut man was overjoyed and immediately took a few steps forward. Just as his hand touched the spot where the light was flashing, a military boot slammed into the back of his hand.

The military boots were used with extreme force, almost branding the treads on the soles onto his skin like a hot iron. The sound of bones cracking echoed, and his flesh tore open. The crew-cut man broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but before he could even scream, his throat was gripped tightly.

It was an extremely fair hand, with slender fingers and distinct knuckles. When you exerted force, you could see the pale blue veins under the fair back of the hand.

The crew-cut man was forced to meet Su Han's gaze.

The boy narrowed his eyes, his usual approachable demeanor completely gone. In its place was a murderous aura that even his handsome face couldn't conceal.

"...Thank goodness, we almost missed it."

Su Han murmured softly.

To the crew-cut man, these words sounded like the whispers of a demon.

He wanted to speak but couldn't; his throat was being tightly choked, making it difficult to even breathe.

He believed he still had a fighting chance, so he grabbed Su Han's wrist with his other hand and pulled hard.

"You can't beat me," Su Han said.

As soon as Su Han finished speaking, Cun Tou felt his whole body go limp and he couldn't muster any strength in his limbs.

Su Han pulled out a knife, plunged it into the hand of the man with the buzz cut, and forcefully ripped out the tendon, causing the hand to fall limply to the side.

The man with the buzz cut rolled his eyes back and fainted from the pain.

"Does it hurt? It's good that it hurts." Su Han slapped the man across the face. "Who told you to faint?"

The man with the buzz cut, who had just fainted, opened his eyes in a daze, more awake than ever before.

Every sliver of pain sharply stimulated my nerves, making it impossible to even die.

"You'd better stay awake and don't make a sound. I'll tell you what the consequences of ingratitude are."

His face quickly turned a deep purplish-red, and Su Han grabbed his chin and cut off his tongue.

Warm liquid spurted out and dripped down his chin.

His head was throbbing so badly that his vision went black. His tongue had been cut off, but he could still make sounds.

Why...why can't he make a sound?

Why couldn't he make a sound even after Su Han had released her grip on his neck?

This series of anomalies could no longer be considered a coincidence; the crew-cut man shook his head frantically, his psychological defenses completely shattered.

He shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face, pleading frantically with his remaining eyes.

He won't kill anymore! He'll never dare to do it again!!

If he had known that the people around Shen Chengyin would be this ruthless, he wouldn't have taken this mission even if Cheng Yibin had cursed him to death!

Su Han seemed to see through his thoughts and sneered:

"Regret it?"

The man with the buzz cut nodded frantically, his disheveled appearance reminding Su Han of an old friend.

"You don't regret it, you're afraid of dying."

Su Han grabbed the man with the buzz cut by the collar and dragged him back, severing his tendons like a butcher.

"I will deal with all those who betrayed him. You are not the first, but I hope you are the last."

If they dare to provoke the male protagonist he painstakingly nurtured into becoming evil, he will tear them to pieces.

In the darkness, in an unknown corner of a military factory, the man with the buzz cut was forced to remain completely conscious, unable to utter a sound, and was stabbed more than a dozen times.

Finally, Su Han dug out the crystal core from his heart, wiped the blood off it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Dark red blood flowed into a river.

Su Han took a dirty cloth and wiped the blood off her hands, feeling very dissatisfied with her fishy appearance.

It smells bad.

He carelessly tossed the short-haired man's body aside by the roadside, intending to go back to sleep. But the stench of blood was nauseating, so he decided to let himself get some fresh air before returning.

Perhaps certain that Shen Chengyin had fallen asleep under the influence of the drugs, the system seized the opportunity to speak:

Have you ever thought about... what if the male lead really was reborn...? What should we do then?