Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

Li Xiaowei's face was a little pale, but she still nodded vigorously: "Okay."

"remember,"

Chen Shou looked at her,

"Shout if someone gets close, don't try to tough it out."

"Shout and run, don't worry about us."

Li Xiaowei bit her lip:

"I see."

Chen Shou glanced at the others:

"Once we go in, it'll be five against four."

They just finished killing people, so they must have been quite exhausted.

Wu Feng, Wang Kui, and I will be the main force. Lao Zhao and Lin Wei, you guys follow behind. If there's an opportunity, fill in; if not, stay out of the way.

"We outnumber them; we'll wear them down."

Old Zhao gripped the steel pipe and grinned:

"Alright, I can still deliver a couple more blows with these old bones."

Lin Wei's face was pale, and the wound on her abdomen was still throbbing, but she still nodded:

I will try my best.

Wu Feng looked at Wang Kui:

"Keep an eye on the strongest one, don't let him get going."

Wang Kui clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"Leave it to me."

Chen Shouyi waved his hand:

"Walk."

The six people emerged from behind the pillar and quickly moved towards the toilet, hugging the wall.

···

The toilet door was ajar.

Chen Shou stopped at the door and glanced back at Li Xiaowei. Li Xiaowei nodded to him, leaned against the wall, and nervously watched the surrounding movements.

Chen Shou reached out and gently pushed open a crack, peeking inside.

Two corpses lay on the toilet floor; they were the two people who had been forced in earlier.

Four people stood to the side, examining their wristbands.

A bald man was cursing:

"Damn it, only four stars, all that work for nothing."

Another man who was squatting looked up:

"Mine is about the same, it doesn't add up to much."

"Alright, alright, it's good enough that we have it."

There are fewer people now; it's good enough if you can catch anything.

"Where to go next? Still squatting here?"

"Let's go somewhere else, here—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Shou kicked the door open and rushed inside.

"Let's do it!"

He went straight for the bald man and punched him in the face.

The bald man groaned and fell backward.

Wu Feng lunged at the other one, grabbed his collar and punched him twice. The man didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground.

Wang Kui rushed towards the third person and punched him in the chest, sending the man flying and crashing into the wall.

The last one tried to run away, but Old Zhao swung a steel pipe at his leg, and he fell down with a scream.

Lin Wei rushed up and kicked him in the face.

Less than twenty seconds.

All four people collapsed.

Chen Shou, panting heavily, shook the blood off his hands.

He looked down at his wristband, and stars flew in, adding five more stars.

Wu Feng glanced at his wristband:

"I have seven here."

Wang Kui also looked down:

"I have five here."

Old Zhao leaned against the wall, panting heavily, and glanced at the wristband:

"I have three of these... Damn it, you poor bastard."

Lin Wei's face turned deathly pale. She clutched the wound on her abdomen and glanced down at it.

"I don't."

Chen Shou nodded:

"Twenty in total."

Let's go, Xiaowei is still here—"

Before he could finish speaking, the toilet door was suddenly kicked open!

A figure stumbled in and rolled twice on the floor.

It's Li Xiaowei.

Her face was full of terror, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating that she had been beaten.

Immediately afterwards, five people filed in and blocked the doorway.

The leader was a bald, burly man, even bigger than the previous one, carrying an iron pipe.

He was followed by four people, two men and two women, all of whom were carrying weapons.

The bald, burly man glanced around the toilet. There were six corpses lying on the floor, five people covered in blood standing in the middle of the corpses, and a girl lying on the ground.

He grinned.

"Wow, they're having quite a fight."

Four people spread out behind him, forming a fan shape to surround him.

Chen Shou's heart sank to the bottom instantly.

Wu Feng slowly stood up and shielded Li Xiaowei behind him.

Wang Kui clenched his fists, staring fiercely at the group of people.

Old Zhao's hand was trembling as he gripped the steel pipe.

Lin Wei clutched her abdominal wound, her face deathly pale.

The bald, burly man brandished the iron pipe in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the wristbands of the five men, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Five against four, and still managed to wipe them all out, they must have a lot of stars on them."

He took a step forward, tapping the iron pipe against his palm.

"Hand over the stars, and you'll die a quicker death."

Wu Feng gritted his teeth:

"dream."

A fierce glint flashed in the bald, burly man's eyes:

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot."

Brothers, let's do it!

Before the bald, burly man could finish speaking, the four men behind him pounced on him.

Chen Shou gritted his teeth and met the man who was charging at the front.

The other person was holding a short stick and started hitting him hard.

Chen Shou dodged to the side and punched the other man in the ribs. The man groaned but stubbornly stood up and swung his stick at Chen Shou's shoulder.

"Bang!"

Chen Shou staggered backward, his shoulder burning with pain.

He already had an old injury on his right shoulder, and the blow hit the wound squarely, causing him to break out in a sweat from the pain.

On the other hand, Wu Feng's situation was even worse.

His left arm had been injured before, so he could only fight with his right hand.

The other party was a strong woman who was ruthless and vicious, repeatedly aiming her dagger at his vital points.

Wu Feng couldn't dodge in time, and his forearm was slashed open, bleeding profusely.

Wang Kui was fierce; he punched a man in the face, sending the man staggering back several steps.

But there were two people attacking him at the same time; one grabbed his waist, and the other swung a stick and hit him on the back.

Wang Kui roared and broke free from one of them, only to be kicked in the back of the knee by the other, causing him to kneel on one knee.

Old Zhao fought with all his might, gripping a steel pipe and battling against a man.

But he was over 70 years old after all, and without the support of the Sequence Power, his physical strength simply couldn't keep up.

The previous hunts had already taken a heavy toll on him, and he was now barely holding on by sheer willpower.

The other person slammed a stick into the hand holding the steel pipe, and the steel pipe flew out of his hand.

Then he kicked him in the chest, and Old Zhao fell backward, unable to get up for a long time.

Lin Wei clutched her abdominal wound and tried to help, but a man grabbed her hair and slammed her to the ground.

"Behave yourself!"

She screamed as the wound on her abdomen reopened, and blood instantly soaked through her clothes.

Less than two minutes.

All five people collapsed.

Chen Shou was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the cold tiles, struggling but unable to move.

Wu Feng lay prone not far from him, his injured left arm being stepped on, causing him to turn pale with pain.

Wang Kui was being held down by two men, still struggling desperately, but a punch to the face finally silenced him.

Old Zhao lay in the corner, his chest heaving violently, his mouth covered in blood.

Lin Wei curled up on the ground, clutching her abdomen, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Li Xiaowei was leaning against the doorway, her face covered in tears.

The bald, burly man strolled over to the middle of them and looked down at them.

He squatted down, grabbed Chen Shou's hair, and lifted his face up.

"this one?"

He smiled.

"I thought he was a really good fighter."

Chen Shou stared intently at him, his eyes bloodshot.

The bald, burly man released his grip, letting Chen Shou's face slam back to the ground.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the wristbands of the group, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.