Volume One, Chapter Three: Kill Them All, Leave No One Behind!

Meanwhile, on the 49th floor of the skyscraper.

The man known as President Li smiled and asked, “Xinxin, why hasn’t your useless boyfriend arrived yet?”

“President Li, you’ve got it wrong. He’s not my boyfriend; he’s just a pathetic sycophant,” the woman replied, a look of disdain crossing her face.

“Whether he’s a sycophant or not doesn’t matter,” President Li said with a grin. “You know I love a little excitement.”

Hearing President Li’s twisted preference, Liu Xinxin rolled her eyes but said nothing.

“Xinxin, when that sycophant brings you breakfast later, I want to have a good chat with him,” Li continued. “He just graduated and hasn’t found a job yet, right? I can hire him into my company.”

At this thought, excitement flickered across Li’s face. Outwardly, he spoke seriously about business, but behind the scenes, he was up to something far less honorable. This was a classic scene from those islander adult films—who would have thought he’d get to experience it firsthand.

Growing impatient, he muttered, “It’s been a while. Why isn’t he here yet?”

“I’ll call that disgusting sycophant now and urge him,” Xinxin said.

There was a third person in the room besides President Li and Liu Xinxin—her close friend, Song Yating.

Initially, she had seduced President Li, but once she realized he had grown bored and lost interest in her body, she devised another plan: to bring her friend into the fold.

She was the one who had set up Li and Liu Xinxin in the first place.

Of course, she had been well compensated. A twenty-thousand-yuan annual salary and no need to work regularly—just take good care of President Li. Where else could one find such an arrangement?

Thus, she became Li’s loyal henchwoman.

Whenever Li fancied a woman, she was the one who could bring her in.

Now, Li wanted some excitement, and she was ready to arrange it.

As Song Yating pulled out her phone to make a call, suddenly—

Bang! The door was violently kicked open from the outside.

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He looked up, about to shout at the intruder, but froze.

“No need to hurry—I’m here,” a calm voice echoed throughout the room.

Since becoming an awakened one, Gao Yang’s heightened senses made him more perceptive than others. He had already overheard the conversation between President Li and Liu Xinxin.

Yet, he was not angry.

Because he never wasted anger on the dead.

In his previous life, during the zombie apocalypse, those in this room were among those who had tried to sacrifice him as a human shield.

Gao Yang was the type to settle scores down to the last cent.

Therefore, none of them were destined to see tomorrow’s sun.

Blood covered Gao Yang’s body, his eyes sharp and filled with deadly intent, as though he had just survived a fierce battle.

Those used to peaceful times had never witnessed such a sight.

The room fell silent.

Not even a pin could be heard dropping.

Song Yating was the first to regain her composure, pointing a finger at Gao Yang’s nose as she spat, “You worthless piece of trash! I told you to deliver breakfast, but you dawdled and came back covered in blood. Who do you think you’re scaring?”

President Li slowly responded, “Young man, carrying such murderous intent isn’t a good thing.”

“You just graduated, right? Let me tell you, society isn’t as simple as you think. If you’re too stubborn, you’ll only end up falling flat on your face.”

“I hear you’re still unemployed. Come work for my company—five thousand a month. It’s easy work; just serve me tea and water. How about that?”

Though this was humiliating to Gao Yang, Liu Xinxin didn’t care. She knew Li would reward her handsomely.

Seeing that none of the three in the room feared him, Gao Yang smiled silently.

They’d lived too long in comfort—they had forgotten what fear really was.

They still fancied themselves reasonable, lawful, and upright.

Ha! He wouldn’t play by those rules.

He believed in only one truth: the power of the fist.

Taking a step forward, Gao Yang’s approach triggered an instinctive reaction from Song Yating.

Hands on her hips, she snarled like a shrew, “Gao Yang, I know this scene hurts your feelings.”

“But Xinxin isn’t yours, and it has nothing to do with you. She can sleep with whomever she wants—you have no right to interfere.”

“You wouldn’t dare hit me, would you? What good would it do you?”

“Do you know President Li is worth billions? He could crush you with money alone.”

“Better back off before you ruin President Li’s mood. Or else, he might just throw you to the zombies.”

President Li was equally brazen, confident Gao Yang wouldn’t dare harm him.

“Do you think you can feed me to the zombies? Do you have what it takes?” Gao Yang tightened his grip on the baseball bat, advancing step by step.

“Let me warn you, hitting people is illegal. Don’t be reckless.”

Seeing Gao Yang seemed serious, Li’s expression darkened. A man in his thirties, he was no match for Gao Yang.

Wise men don’t suffer immediate losses; he wasn’t foolish enough to be so arrogant now.

Liu Xinxin adjusted her dress, wearing a slightly insincere smile as she spoke in a coquettish tone:

“Gao Yang, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hidden this from you. Will you forgive me?”

Using her secret weapon—her high-pitched, sing-song voice.

After three years of being humiliated as a sycophant by Liu Xinxin, Gao Yang’s worthless image had become deeply ingrained.

She was certain Gao Yang would forgive her and continue to cling to her relentlessly.

After all, she was his goddess.

What Liu Xinxin didn’t know was that Gao Yang was no longer the same man.

Having endured two years of the apocalypse, Gao Yang deeply understood the darkness of human nature.

Some people laugh and joke with you one moment, then pull out a dagger to stab your heart the next.

Some survive life-and-death trials together, entrusting each other with their lives, yet when greed takes hold, they become demons risen from hell, unleashing all their beastly instincts.

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