Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

Most of the factory buildings are production workshops or warehouses for storing raw materials, finished products, and semi-finished products.

After the apocalypse, the production line came to a complete halt, and these spaces were left abandoned and idle.

Jiang Yurou collected and managed all the weapon parts and finished products she could find, while the rest of the people began to fight fiercely for territory.

Logically speaking, with such a large warehouse, even if everyone squeezed in, there shouldn't be a shortage of places to lie down.

But as Jiang Yurou said, this place practices the most blatant law of the jungle.

Powerful superhumans, unwilling to share the same rooftop with others, would drive them away, sometimes even monopolizing hundreds of square meters of space, and no one dared to say a word.

People die almost every day in this factory.

The group of people eyeing them menacingly right now are the homeless and vulnerable people who were driven out of the village.

Their clothes were tattered, their eyes were cloudy, and they looked like a pack of hungry wolves huddled in the shadows, staring intently at the intact, thick tent behind Su Han, their eyes churning with undisguised greed.

Here, there is no absolute trust between people, and information is scarce. They were unsure of the two men's strength, and no one dared to act rashly.

Shen Chengyin seemed completely oblivious to the stares he was receiving. He bent down and crawled into the tent, slowly arranging the food items one by one.

Su Han felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at. He quickly glanced around and saw at least seventeen people, all dressed in tattered clothes, looking like beggars.

If this were any other base, these superhumans would have been hailed as royalty long ago.

He frowned, then simply lifted the curtain and crawled into the tent, preferring to stay out of sight.

Shen Chengyin handed a round loaf of bread to Su Han. The bread was still soft and emitted an enticing aroma.

Su Han took it, flattened the bread with her hand, rolled it into a ball, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed.

Suddenly, a dirty hand reached out from under the zipper, its fingernails filled with black mud, and groped for the nearest bag of food.

Su Han stomped on it, and with a crack, the sound of bones breaking rang out simultaneously with the screams of agony from outside. Immediately afterward, the hand recoiled as if electrocuted.

They're pushing their luck.

Su Han swallowed the last bite of bread and got up to leave, but Shen Chengyin gently pressed down on her shoulder.

"I'll do it."

Shen Chengyin's voice was calm. After speaking, he bent down and left the tent.

Su Han was taken aback. "Can you manage all by yourself?"

【Don't worry about him now! It's completely unnecessary!】System 111 couldn't stand it anymore and jumped in, 【Do you even know what a high-level ability user is?】

Taking metal-type ability users as an example, a beginner metal-type ability user can sense the presence of metal within a certain range and cause the metal to shift or vibrate slightly.

Intermediate-level metal-type ability users, such as Jin Ting, are skilled in using metal in combat.

Advanced metal-type ability users can alter the form of metal. They can pass through metal walls several meters thick as if they were nothing.

With Shen Chengyin's current abilities, only Jiang Yurou in the entire factory can rival him.

Su Han wasn't a superhuman before, so naturally she hadn't known about these things.

He pursed his lips, then sat back down, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Outside, the dozen or so people tensed up the moment they saw Shen Chengyin come out.

The man in front of them didn't look strong, but they were all superhumans. If a dozen of them joined forces, they might not be able to lose.

Without exchanging a single word, the group surrounded Shen Chengyin in a fan shape. One of them reached out, and a ball of blazing flame rushed towards Shen Chengyin's face.

If he doesn't dodge, he'll be burned to death; if he does dodge, the fire will spread to the tents behind him.

Shen Chengyin remained calm, not even moving a finger.

Before the sinister look in the fire-type ability user's eyes could dissipate, his eyes suddenly widened.

The flames flew to a point a meter away from Shen Chengyin and then vanished into thin air, leaving not even a cigarette behind.

What's going on?!

Could this man also be a fire-type ability user, possessing the ability to control flames?

He was unconvinced and was about to show off his skills again when suddenly someone blocked his way and slapped him hard across the face.

He recognized the man; he was a beginner-level earth-type ability user who had come with him and had just been standing next to him.

"Are you fucking crazy?! Why are you hitting me—"

The fire-type ability user covered the half of his face that had been hit, his face filled with disbelief.

But he soon realized something was wrong; this person didn't seem to really want to hit him. His eyes darted around wildly, and he blinked frantically at him.

Psychiatry?

Everyone who stayed here had been beaten by Jiang Yurou; they all knew what it felt like to be mentally controlled.

So this seemingly pretentious man is also a psychic?!

He wasn't stupid; he knew he had absolutely no chance of winning, so he turned around and tried to run away.

But as soon as he turned around, more than a dozen people surrounded him, cutting off his escape route.

These people, who had just been on his side, now all looked blank and surrounded him.

"Damn it... what do you want to do?! Aaaaaah—!"

One punch, two punches. Fists rained down on him.

At first, it was just a chaotic beating, but he soon realized something was wrong. The people's movements became more and more synchronized, even subtly forming a rhythmic coordinated attack.

Someone kicked him in the back of the knee, someone punched him in the ribs, and someone locked his neck from behind.

They were as in sync as if they were one person.

Everyone except himself was mentally manipulated and turned into a puppet for one person's use.

In despair, he tried to start a fire to burn these people's clothes, but these people seemed to feel no pain after being controlled, and even when their bodies were on fire, their hands did not stop moving.

He could only desperately protect his head and was forced to take the beating.

"Ah—we're in cahoots! We're on the same side!!" he screamed in despair, only to be met with even heavier blows.

He curled up in pain, only to be lifted up again and beaten by the people behind him.

In the chaos, he caught a glimpse of Shen Chengyin still standing there, not even glancing in his direction. The man was tall and slender, dressed in black, his dark eyes piercing through the crowd, staring at him with a chilling aura.

Before there was time to be afraid, fists and feet rained down again.

It wasn't until the fire-type ability user on the ground was barely breathing that the others snapped out of their daze, screaming and howling as they were burned by the flames on their bodies.

They frantically rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

The fire-elemental ability user coughed up blood, his mind clouded, clutching his head as he hoarsely cried out, "No... stop hitting me... I was wrong... I'll never do it again..."

The person who was lucky enough to be unharmed got up from the ground, panting heavily, and looked in the direction of the tent—

The man who was there just now is no longer there. He left while they were in complete chaos, utterly helpless, and had no interest in watching the spectacle.

Without exception, everyone broke out in a cold sweat and felt a lingering fear.

Fortunately, none of them were the ones to stick their neck out, otherwise they would almost be the ones getting beaten to death now.

Screams and wails filled the air.

Su Han, who was waiting in the tent, only heard screams coming from outside, but they were not as loud as she had expected.

Based on the system's description just now, it's reasonable to assume that fights between superpowered individuals shouldn't be very noisy.

As he wondered what was going on, the curtain was lifted again, and Shen Chengyin bent down and walked in, his body clean and spotless, without a speck of dust on him.

He glanced at the empty bread bag in Su Han's hand, his tone as usual:

"Would you like more bread?"

Su Han's lips twitched, and she reached out her hand. "I want it. I thought you were going to kill them."

Shen Chengyin took out a bag of bread and handed it to him, along with a small white pill.

"This is someone else's territory, it's better for everyone to keep a low profile."

System 111: [...]

Where is your modesty?

Su Han took the pills, chewed them with bread, and swallowed them. The faint bitterness was diluted by the aroma of the bread.

This is the antidote for the chronic poisoning, and he still takes it every week.

He watched as Shen Chengyin put the same pill into his mouth, and couldn't help but wonder:

"You still haven't told me why you need to take the antidote every week. Could it be that you've been poisoned too?"

Su Han asked the question casually, but she didn't expect Shen Chengyin to actually answer it.

The man lowered his eyes, held his water glass, and softly hummed in agreement.