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"You can only run if you run, you idiots! Do you expect me to carry you on my back?!"

"But……"

"There aren't that many 'buts'!"

An Suo shouted, her voice never so hoarse, and her fighting spirit never so high.

Even though she went to Lungmen prison countless times, she never hurt anyone, and she never crossed her bottom line.

They only care about making money, not about risking their lives.

At this moment, she didn't mind breaking her own principles.

Ansuo knew where these people's confidence came from. Lungmen's laws regarding the infected were much more lenient compared to other countries. Even if an infected person committed theft, they would be imprisoned and subjected to labor reform, unlike in Ursus. In Ursus, an infected person so hungry that they had bitten off their fingernails, and who couldn't bear the hunger any longer, would be beaten to death on the spot by the military and police if they secretly took a piece of Ursus bread from a bakery owner.

However, Lungmen has a law specifically targeting infected individuals.

This is a rule that Lungmen absolutely forbids and will never tolerate.

"Infected individuals must never lay a hand on Lungmen citizens."

Regardless of whether it is a provocation by Lungmen citizens or whether Lungmen citizens strike first, those infected with Oripathy cannot retaliate.

Infected individuals may escape, but are absolutely forbidden from fighting back.

No matter which country you are in, people who are infected do not have the right to defend themselves.

Leaving aside other regions, at least in Lungmen, infected individuals who attack ordinary citizens will never have a good ending. Even a lenient punishment will result in their expulsion from Lungmen, being blacklisted, and never being allowed to set foot in Lungmen again. These infected individuals, without food or water resources, simply cannot survive in the barren land once they are driven out. Even without encountering natural disasters or ferocious beasts, the temperature difference between day and night is enough to kill them.

This is why the young people of "Dragon Gate New Life" can so indifferently kill infected people.

They have no qualms whatsoever; they can even stage accidents involving infected individuals, such as the photo they just took of An Suo holding a knife to them. Based on this alone, An Suo can forget about ever again being able to spend ten days or half a month in a juvenile detention center, eating and drinking for free, and then comfortably get out, just like before.

But An Suo didn't care anymore.

She gave up.

What is there in this world that she could still cherish?

An Suo smiled and, instead of retreating, charged towards the big guy.

If her right arm hadn't been injured, she could have used the grappling hook to get around, but unfortunately... there are no "ifs".

"Let's die together!!"

An Suo roared, her fractured right hand greatly affecting her usual agility and balance, but even a rabbit will bite when provoked.

The girl stumbled aside to avoid Xiao Bao's charge, turned around and stood behind him, raising her right leg and stepping on the back of Xiao Bao's knee! The girls of the Katus tribe have well-developed leg muscles, and even though they look slender and thin, they still possess strong strength.

Even a two-meter-tall, strong man from the Fengti tribe couldn't help but kneel forward.

Taking advantage of the momentum, An Suo leaped up without hesitation, slicing the blade directly at Xiao Bao's nape, the blade gleaming coldly.

Unfortunately, the opponent's rich combat experience allowed him to instantly perceive his weakness and react quickly.

Xiao Bao suddenly tilted his head back, his helmet and armor snapping together, forcefully blocking An Suo's seemingly inevitable strike, while simultaneously slashing backward with his other hand.

An Suo deftly dodged Xiao Bao's outstretched, merciless iron hand, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the children standing still.

The children were stunned, standing there dumbfounded.

Chapter 238 I Can Fight You All Day (4K)

"Run! What are you all standing there for! Run!!"

The girl from Carter's let out a heart-wrenching scream; her voice was hoarse, as if a razor blade was stuck in her throat.

The infected children then strode away, one of them tripping and falling to the ground, stumbling as he got up. Tears, which they had been holding back, streamed down their faces. They didn't know where to go; this place had been their safest place, with people they trusted, but now everything was wrong.

The sky seemed to collapse, and everything in front of me became blurry.

The children's little world... collapsed.

The young master from "Dragon Gate Newcomer" laughed instead of getting angry, realizing he understood the purple-haired girl's intentions.

Trying to stall for time?

Want to save people?

Dream on!

In response, they deliberately shouted mockingly, "Chase them! Chase them all! Don't let a single one escape! Bring them all back! Not only will those people give you money, but I'll also raise the stakes: one kid is worth 10,000 Lungmen Dollars! I'll protect you if anything happens. Go all out and chase them! Don't come back if you don't catch them!"

Those who had initially softened their stance because the other person was a child instantly perked up, their faces beaming with smiles beneath their masks.

One little devil is worth 10,000 LMD, plus the 3,000 LMD bounty, so four little devils are worth a total of 52,000 LMD!! Even if you went to work, it would take at least a year. One day is worth a year, where in the world is there such a good thing?! Moreover, we are eliminating a scourge for the people, this is a heroic deed! We can earn enough money and also enrich our future employment resume with the reputation of protecting our country and driving out the infected.

To bravely confront and successfully subdue the cunning and treacherous infected in order to protect his classmates—this record alone would allow him to roam freely in the legitimate Ursus Empire, the Colombian Federation, and other countries, essentially granting him an invitation to a wonderful life.

Even though these infected individuals are just children under ten years old, it doesn't matter; infection doesn't discriminate by age.

The new college students at Longmen kept hypnotizing themselves, giving their actions a righteous name and deceiving their conscience.

Finally, a thin man from the Pero tribe took the lead and ran off, and the rest of the group followed in the direction the little devils were running.

How could I possibly let you keep all this money for yourself?!

The scattered crowd ran wildly, like hunting dogs that had caught the scent of food, sprinting for their lives. Falling behind meant missing out on food, and most importantly, no one wanted to see others have food, even if it meant going hungry themselves.

"you--"

Anxious, she tried to stop the others, but a large creature was still haunting her, preventing her from leaving.

"good very good."

An Suo bit the dagger with her teeth and took out the hook lock wrapped around her waist with her left hand; she was going to fight to the death.

With red eyes, the girl forgot about the pain in her right arm, her mind filled with the desire to fight due to the excessive adrenaline.

The flying hooks and chains bound the first college student among the new students of Longmen who was running to catch up. An Suo pulled him violently towards her. The thin college student, whose neck was tightly bound by chains, had no way to resist this blow. An Suo's face was gloomy. She took the opportunity to step back and used the flesh shield she had pulled to block the punch swung by the Fengti tribe's strong man.

"Bang!!"

The fist, encased in iron armor, tore through the air, its blow collapsing the Pelo student's chest and back.

The man, driven by momentary greed, nearly bulged his eyes out of their sockets. He couldn't even utter a word; fragments of his internal organs mixed with blood flowed from his mouth, drowning out his cries of agony.

The burly Fengti tribesman nonchalantly pulled his iron hand from the man's shattered sternum. He shook off the sticky blood and flesh-stained cloth from his hands and strode past the dying man. He didn't care, he didn't mind; after all, the person An Suo had dragged over to be stabbed wasn't his boss.

He wouldn't have done this if it weren't for the money.

Since you've chosen to do this, then stop trying to find excuses to cover up your evil.

If you make a mistake, you make a mistake.

"interesting."

The fact that An Suo indirectly caused the death of one member of the Lungmen newcomer group didn't anger the young masters; instead, it made them even more interested in An Suo. They had been with many women, but never with one as courageous and fearless as this... even if she was an infected.

"Xiao Bao, bring her back. This time the reward will be doubled."

The young master's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

The burly man from the Fengti tribe paused slightly, then sighed softly, as if making a concession to himself.

The next moment, he suddenly tilted his head back, doubling his charging speed, and attacked the hidden rope directly!

She cursed inwardly. There was no need to hesitate; a head-on charge was out of the question. She could only retreat. But where could she retreat to?

With nowhere to retreat, An Suo narrowed his eyes and, at the critical moment, swung the grappling hook in his left hand again! But this time, instead of grabbing someone to use as a human shield, he tied himself to the pillar connecting to the eaves and suddenly hooked himself to the side, his feet quickly leaving the ground.

"Boom-!!"

The burly man from the Fengti tribe charged forward and crashed into the unassuming house with a deafening roar, like an earthquake. To his surprise, the house didn't collapse. With his iron armor and unparalleled strength, he could easily overturn even an off-road vehicle traveling at 180 miles per hour; nothing could stop him.

The hidden rope hanging from the roof beam made her left hand go numb from the shock. She gritted her teeth and decisively gave up the hook in her left hand.

An Suo flipped over, braced his feet on the eaves, and leaped down from a height of three meters, delivering a powerful flying kick to the head of the Fengti tribesman.

The burly man, whose body was paralyzed from the impact, noticed the attack from the hidden rope, but instead of retreating, he adjusted his direction and used the horns on his head to ram the rope!

The strongest horns of the Fungti tribe, and the toughest legs of the Catter tribe.

The two came into contact, and a faint, loud cracking sound could be heard echoing through the air.

"Click—"

An Suo tumbled through the air and crashed to the ground like a rag doll that had been thrown around, curling up in pain.

The Fengti tribe bodyguard wasn't much better off; his neck was kicked to the side by Ansuo, leaving him in a backward-leaning position.

If it weren't for his armor supporting him, he would have lost his balance and fallen to the ground long ago.

The two remained in that awkward position for almost two minutes without reacting, which greatly annoyed the young men watching from a distance. However, they dared not approach; none of them wanted to be the next unlucky victim to have their chest pierced.

"crunch..."

With a chilling cracking sound, the burly Fengti tribesman, who had been lying back in a daze, regained consciousness from his brief unconsciousness. He slowly raised his head, twisted his neck, and another series of cracking sounds rang out.

Known for their perseverance and brute strength, the Fungti men used their muscular power to forcefully raise their upper bodies and stand firmly.

The young men exchanged glances, then cheered. Nothing could have made them happier. It felt like gambling on a horse race, where their chosen horse had pulled off a stunning comeback at the crucial moment, winning the race and bringing them immense prestige.

What could be more awesome than this?!

"Crunch, crunch—"

However, the cracking of bones did not stop; instead, it became more and more frequent.

The horns of the strong Fengti tribe man showed signs of cracking, with the cracks spreading in all directions until they eventually broke into pieces.

He let out a piercing howl. Compared to the hard shell, the nerve-rich growth layer at the base of the horns connecting to his head was undoubtedly causing excruciating pain. This pain was unbearable; his eyes were red from high blood pressure, and foul breath spewed from his nostrils.

"Ha ha……"

An Suo could no longer feel the presence of his right arm and left leg; along with the loss of pain, his sense of sensation also disappeared.

She finally managed to open her eyes and see clearly what was in front of her. She staggered to her feet, leaning against a wall, with all her weight on her right leg.

An Suo's all-out attack failed to inflict a concussion on her opponent. Even if she won, there were still about ten of them surrounding her. Her grappling hook was still hanging from the roof beam, making it virtually impossible to retrieve, and she lacked the strength to jump up.

Ruined.

It's over. Even if you wanted to escape, there was no chance.

An Suo shakily removed the dagger she had been tightly gripping. The hilt of the short knife was sticky from the blood she had vomited, and she had unconsciously bitten it until it bled. Her internal organs felt like they were rotting away; just maintaining consciousness was taking all her strength. She wanted to vomit, she wanted to cry. Why did she have to suffer like this?