Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

The hallway was dimly lit, and the air was thick with dust and the strong smell of rust.

Although the two desperados continued to charge straight towards the Shen River, their expressions were full of fear.

Her pace slowed unconsciously; she no longer dared to regard him as a pushover.

At first, they didn't take it seriously at all, running recklessly and confident in their group's strength, thinking they could easily take them down. But because of their underestimation of their opponents, they lost a comrade in the blink of an eye and suffered a major setback.

In their minds, they always believed that they had only been careless for a moment, and that it was not because they were inferior in ability.

Having learned their lesson the hard way, the two dared not act rashly and fight alone again. This time, they deliberately adjusted their pace, moving in unison, flanking Shenhe from the left and right, forcing him to his feet. They weren't going to be foolish enough to come up one by one and die.

The two men stood firmly on the ground, assuming a fierce fighting stance, their eyes fixed on Shenhe with a sinister and venomous look.

The machete in his hand twirled and flashed incessantly, its cold gleam flickering in the dimly lit stairwell. The blade was covered with dried, dark brown blood, exuding a menacing aura.

Having spent many years in the industry, they developed a habit: whenever they encountered a seemingly capable opponent, they would deliberately brandish knives and show off their strength, using their arrogant aura to psychologically intimidate the enemy and suppress their confidence.

But in Shenhe's eyes, their pretentious manner was as childish as children waving knives and sticks.

He has superpowers and a gun, and can take down these people in the blink of an eye. But he's been playing with guns all day, and today he wants to experience the thrill of a knife cutting into flesh!

After a brief standoff, the desperados on Shenhe's right launched the first attack.

Because their accomplice who had just died was easily killed by Shenhe's left hand, the two concluded that Shenhe was left-handed and wanted to take advantage of this perceived weakness.

He swung his sword horizontally, deliberately holding back three-tenths of his strength; it was merely a probing attack, allowing him to withdraw his power and change his move at any time.

The attack deliberately avoided vital points further away, aiming to slash at Shenhe's arm, intending to injure him first, disable his ability to counterattack, and then kill him.

This is a safe and clever tactic.

Seeing their companion feign an attack with his knife, the thugs on the other side immediately followed suit, also swinging their knives towards Shenhe's lower path, blocking his movement.

Two machetes, one in front and one behind, one above and one below, attacked Shenhe almost simultaneously from both sides.

An ordinary person would be instantly paralyzed with fear by this pincer attack and would frantically try to dodge.

But Shenhe is a member of the second class.

His overall quality score of over 70 is only about 60 points higher than these two people.

Visual capture, neural response, dynamic prediction, and physical explosive power—each exceeds a hundred million points.

In his eyes, the two desperados moved ridiculously slowly; every movement and every swing of their knives was clearly visible, and their flaws were completely exposed.

Shenhe understood that in a fight, the best defense is never to run away and dodge, but to attack!

If you keep retreating and dodging, you will always be on the defensive and be led by the nose by your opponent.

To control the battle, you must firmly grasp the initiative.

The thought crossed his mind, and instead of retreating, he advanced, charging forward to meet the first thug who swung his knife. He sidestepped, perfectly avoiding the blade's direct path.

Before the opponent could exhaust his strength and finish the attack, Shenhe reacted swiftly and quickly, his left hand suddenly reaching out and precisely grabbing the outside of the opponent's wrist holding the knife.

With a downward and outward twist, a violent force erupted instantly, and a crisp "crack" was heard as the man's wrist was twisted and dislocated.

"ah--!"

A sharp pain shot through his wrist, and the thug froze, his fingers instantly losing strength, unable to grip the knife handle any longer.

Shenhe deftly raised his hand and disarmed the cleaver, which immediately fell into his own hand, disarming the blade with his bare hands in one swift motion.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he slammed the heavy hilt of the knife into the other man's face.

boom!

The dull thud echoed in the stairwell. The fugitive saw stars for a moment, his mind went blank, and he staggered back a few steps, clutching his cheek, before collapsing onto the cold tiles, incapacitated.

Shenhe quickly flipped his wrist, adjusted the direction of the blade, and faced the second desperado. He raised the blade from bottom to top, fiercely striking at the opponent's incoming slash.

"Clang!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing against metal exploded in the dimly lit corridor, as blades collided and sparks flew.

Shenhe's strength was extremely formidable. This direct clash caused the opponent's tiger's mouth to split open, blood to flow freely, and the cleaver in his hand to fly out of his grasp and crash to the ground.

"hiss-!"

He was pulled backward by the immense force, his entire arm trembling uncontrollably.

The look in Shenhe's eyes was full of disbelief.

In a single, brief encounter, the outcome of the battle was decided.

Of the three desperados, one died and the other two were crippled.

Liu Yong, who was not far away, stared intently at the scene before him, his face extremely solemn.

His gaze was fixed on Shenhe, and a storm raged in his heart.

Where on earth did this ruthless person come from?!

Bare-handed, he actually dared to fight head-on against a knife-wielding fugitive. Even Sun Qi wouldn't dare to do that!

Liu Yong's face tightened, and he said in a low voice, "The supplies in this house, and the people inside, are all yours. Can we leave?"

"laugh-!"

Shenhe scoffed and ignored him.

Why didn't they say anything earlier! They all rushed at me, determined to fight, and now that they can't win, they're starting to haggle. Ugh, trying to bargain with me using my stuff…

I'm too lazy to waste words; bad people die from talking too much!

He just wanted to stretch his arms a bit, but it ended before he even warmed up.

Shenhe walked forward with his knife in hand, preparing to take care of a few people, and couldn't help but twirl the knife in a flourish.

You know what! It's actually quite fun!

Shenhe walked up to the thug who was slumped on the ground. His face was swollen and his mouth was crooked. He didn't look at the pitiful, pleading look in the thug's eyes.

With a blank expression, he slowly aimed the tip of the knife at the other person's heart.

The cold blade was inches away, and the fear of death swept over the thug. He trembled violently, his throat shaking, and he screamed repeatedly.

"No...no no no no...have mercy!"

Seeing that Shenhe completely ignored his plea for peace and was about to kill his underlings, Liu Yong felt utterly humiliated, his face turning ashen and extremely ugly.

He gritted his teeth and roared, "Fight him to the death!"

Immediately, he grabbed the subordinate next to him who was holding an axe and was already terrified and weak in the knees, and shoved him hard forward, pushing him towards the Shen River.

He, meanwhile, brandished his machete, turned around, and charged toward Li Yuetong with a frenzied expression.

In Liu Yong's mind, these underlings were just there to be sent to their deaths and used as shields; he didn't care about them.

And he, a grown man, couldn't even beat Shenhe, let alone handle a slender woman?

Even if they can't capture the person, they can at least take the opportunity to break through and escape.

As long as we can escape this building, we can gather everyone and come back for revenge.

Shenhe caught a glimpse of Liu Yong's insidious little move out of the corner of his eye, and a disdainful sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Li Yuetong acted even more decisively than him!

Without the slightest hesitation, Shenhe flicked his wrist, and the long knife pierced the heart of the thug on the ground. With a slight twist of his wrist, he pulled the knife out abruptly.

"No, no...uh...no...no..."

The man let out muffled dying sobs, and even as he died, he kept saying "goodbye, goodbye."

But when he was indiscriminately slashing and killing people with a knife, why didn't he ever think about leaving them a way to live?

Just as Shenhe finished off his opponent with a single strike.