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"That's just what you think. We occupied such a good place and had so many people, but we couldn't even get enough food to eat."

"You only want civilization, but you don't remember that the most important thing about civilization is order."

"Iron order, not your mildly suicidal self-righteousness."

Qu Yunliu finally regained his strength. He held on to the wall, slowly stood up, and spoke.

"Now, the number of residents in this stronghold is more than double that of when you were in charge."

"But now, no one will starve to death, and the food in the fields can be distributed to every resident."

"Although the people here are ignorant and cruel, they are willing to abide by the rules I set."

The man in the stone prison listened in a daze, his face gloomy and full of frustration, unable to utter even a word of rebuttal.

Qu Yunliu reached out and patted the dust off his clothes. After absorbing the pink pollen, he felt much more comfortable.

"The facts have proven that this system is feasible, and I can do better than you."

"Although, to people outside the stronghold, I may be an inhuman beast."

At this point, Qu Yunliu looked at the man in the stone prison and spoke in a deep voice.

"But for this stronghold, I am their savior."

After saying that, Qu Yunliu said no more, turned around and left the cave.

The man in the stone prison looked at Qu Yunliu's back, lowered his head weakly, and muttered to himself.

"If... it wasn't for that damn shield."

This sounded like an incompetent complaint, but the man clearly remembered that Qu Yunliu was once a part of them and had dreams too.

Until one day, Qu Yunliu found a rusty shield in the ruins of the city.

And under the shield is a field of pink flowers.

Chapter 36 Encounter

Time will never fail someone, because fucking time will fail everyone.

After I switched to the three pistols, I practiced my shooting skills for a long time until I used up all the sixty rounds of bullets.

Then, my shooting skills didn't improve at all. I could shoot off target within ten meters.

What a waste of sweat! That’s all bullshit.

Perhaps, in this age where enemies have guns, using cold weapons is my fate.

However, my physical training has finally produced better results, and the next step is actual combat.

It has been a long time since I stopped killing the Shield Organization members. It’s time to give those little cuties some surprises.

So, I carried the same equipment as last time, a mountain axe, a shotgun, and my backpack.

Tongtong seemed to want to follow me, so I could only take out the candy I got from the ancient city stronghold and put it in her palm. Tongtong seemed very curious about the candy, and I successfully kept it in the community.

I jogged along the way and began to think about where to wait for the people surrounding the shield stronghold this time.

After experiencing a complete destruction of the entire army, would that group of people continue to go to that place to plunder supplies like stupid geese?

It turns out that I'm the one who really looks like a fool.

While I was jogging and daydreaming, the muzzle of a black gun was aimed at my head.

Bang! The gunshot rang out, and a black spot suddenly appeared between my eyebrows, but my head was half a beat slower. I was clearly hit in the vital part between my eyebrows, but I still ran forward a few steps.

By the time I realized something was wrong, I had already run ten steps. I hurriedly pretended to fall to the ground with an exaggerated acting.

I hope the guy who shot me from behind won't be suspicious.

boom! boom! boom!

My wish was dashed. The man in the dark seemed to be a little unconfident because of my previous performance and fired three more shots at me.

Every bullet hit my head. The shooting was very accurate. It hurt so much that I grimaced in pain, but it also made me confirm one thing.

These three gunshots were not fired at the same time, so it can be judged that they came from the same gun, so there may be only one person in the dark.

I guess they didn't want to waste any more bullets. After three shots, there were no more gunshots, but no one came out either, as if they were still on guard against me.

After a long time, just when I was about to fall asleep, a figure finally poked his head out from behind a shabby car in the distance.

The man held the gun very carefully and approached me step by step, making me feel a little anxious.

It was only a distance of fifty meters, but the man took twenty minutes to get to within ten steps of me.

Almost at the same time, the man raised his gun and shot at me, and I stood up at this moment and dodged to the side in panic.

It’s not that my acting skills are bad, but this guy is too slow. The wounds on my head have all healed cleanly.

Bang! Bang! After two short gunshots, the man's ammunition was exhausted, and I took this opportunity to pull out the axe on my back and smash it down on the man's head.

However, the man easily dodged the axe by turning his body to the side, and swung the gun in his hand accurately to hit my hand.

Feeling the pain, I subconsciously let go of the axe in my hand. The man took a step forward, dropped the gun in his hand, and grabbed my arm with his free hands. He turned around and threw me over his shoulder.

My eyes blurred and I saw my body flying into the air, then I fell heavily on my back. Before I could react, a barrage of fists fell on my face like raindrops.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The big, hard fists hit my face again and again, making my head dizzy and I felt like my skull was about to be smashed.

When another punch was about to land, I suddenly looked up and, like a fool, pushed my head hard against the man's fist.

Boom! Amidst the muffled sound, I heard a crisp sound in my ears, a sound like cracks spreading, but I didn’t know if it was my skull that was making the sound or the man’s finger bones.

The man's body tilted, and I took this opportunity to push him over and quickly stood up.

The next moment, we both took a step back at the same time, clenched our fists, and stared at each other.

At this point, I finally saw what the man looked like.

He was a burly man with an untidy beard. The way he clenched his fists and moved his feet were much more standard than mine.

Damn, this time I met a real martial artist.

The corners of my eyes twitched slightly and my feet moved quickly, not daring to attack rashly.

However, the sturdy man seemed to see through my guilty conscience. He suddenly took a step forward and swung his fist, which fell on me in an instant.

I dodged to the side, only to find that the other fist, which had already guessed my movement, hit my chin hard and fast.

Bang! I tilted my body, and in a confused state, I tried to fight back, punching the sturdy man, but the sturdy man dodged sideways and punched me twice in the waist.

Then, the burly man approached me and stretched out his big hands, trying to strangle me by the neck and suffocate me to death.

My eyes focused, I slightly bent my legs, and quickly wrapped my arms around one of his arms. Then I stepped on the ground, turned my body sharply, and exerted force from my waist.

Over the shoulder!

The sturdy man didn't expect that I would directly imitate his moves during the fight. He also felt dizzy and was thrown to the ground by me.

I sat on the man and swung my fists, hitting him in the face like raindrops.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Yes, I am trying to imitate this man's attack style, and I have the confidence to do so because I am immortal.

Under my dense punches, the sturdy man did not use his head to hit my fists like I did, but instead punched my lower abdomen in the gap of my attack.

I believe that the bastard hit the wrong spot. He wanted to hit it lower and more deadly.

The pain in my lower abdomen slowed down my movements, and he seized the opportunity and successfully pushed my body away.

Once again, the burly man and I took a step back and looked at each other breathlessly.

To be honest, if it weren’t for my special physique, I would have been beaten to death by him in the first round of attacks.

"call……"

I was breathing heavily, and the positioning of my fists and feet was much more standard than before.

I felt a little morbidly excited.

This is by no means a masochistic attribute, but I feel that by fighting with this person, my fighting skills can improve rapidly.

Working in isolation is definitely not a good option.

On the other side, the sturdy man had a bruised face and the position of his fists and feet had changed.

This time, it was not a common fighting posture, but a starting posture similar to martial arts.

Just at this moment, I took a step forward, imitating the way the strong man punched before, and swung my fist towards the strong man's face.

However, the next moment, the sturdy man turned his body and hit me with an elbow.

Bang! With a muffled sound, my body flew out and rolled on the ground in a mess.

Awesome, this guy actually knows more than one fighting method. This makes me even more excited.

I stood up somewhat embarrassedly, looked at the man, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and smiled somewhat morbidly.

"Come again! Come again!"

Chapter 37: Unexpected Gains

"Come again! Come again!"

I twisted my neck, carefully recalling the sturdy man's attack method just now, and imitated him by assuming the same posture, turning sideways, and quickly hitting him with my elbow.

The sturdy man's eyes narrowed, and when I rushed towards him, he swept his leg across and hit me directly on the head.

Bang! Dust flew up, my head went blank, and my feet suddenly became a little messy. The burly man approached me again, grabbed my arm with one hand, pressed it down, then turned around and twisted my arm in the opposite direction.

My body bent downward uncontrollably, and at this moment the sturdy man raised the elbow of his other arm high and smashed it hard on my arm joint.

"Snap!" My face turned pale, and I heard a crisp sound of bone cracking. My arm suddenly bent into a creepy shape.

The sturdy man grabbed my arms with his big hands, and at the same time, he inserted one foot diagonally between my legs, strangled my neck tightly with both hands, and fell backwards.

Under the huge force, my face quickly turned red, and my throat was squeezed, making a strange "ho ho" sound.

I struggled hard, and used my other intact arm to pull hard at the strong man's arm, grabbing and pinching it. My nails dug into his flesh, but he endured the pain and refused to let go.

Just like that, the sturdy man strangled my neck tightly with both hands. The weaker my struggles became, the more my face looked like it was about to burst, with an unhealthy red color on it.

Finally, my breathing stopped and my arms fell to the ground. I looked like I was dead. But the burly man must have been frightened by my previous appearance and he didn't let go and still held my neck tightly.

After nearly twenty minutes, the sturdy man finally loosened his arms, panting. He pushed me away exhaustedly and stood up with some difficulty.

The sturdy man looked around and finally cast his sights on the axe that fell on the ground. The sturdy man hesitated for a moment and slowly walked towards the axe.

It seemed that he still wanted to chop off my head with an axe, and only by doing this would he feel at ease.

The sturdy man seemed to have exhausted all his strength and walked very slowly. Just when he was about to get close to the axe, my voice came from behind him.

"Hi."

The sturdy man was stunned and turned around quickly, but the moment he turned around, a heavy and fast fist landed hard on his face.

Bang! When the fist landed on the sturdy man's face, I saw the muscles on his face shaking like the surface of water.

This punch must be very painful.

After the punch, the sturdy man staggered backwards, and finally his body went limp and he fell straight backwards, fainting.

I don’t know if it was because my punch was too hard or because he was exhausted.

I rubbed my wrist. The joint that was originally broken by the strong man had now recovered. I kicked the strong man's head with my foot.

After making sure that the strong man was unconscious, I walked forward a few steps, picked up the axe that fell on the ground, and hit his neck a few times.

But when I raised the axe above my head, a hint of hesitation flashed in my eyes, and then I slowly put the axe down.

"You're lucky."

I took out a dagger, looked at the unconscious strong man, pressed the dagger on my wrist, and cut it deeply. My blood dripped down my wrist.

……

An hour later, the strong man finally woke up from his coma. In his confused mind, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Aren't you dead?