Prey and hunter

This should, of course, is a game of chase between the hunters and the prey.

The first footsteps running ahead were too anxious; I wonder if the person was tripped over by a broken steel bar in a broken concrete block and fell into the ruins and if she did, it should not be a little fall causing them to wail so much.

And based on the sound, wouldn't you say it sounds like a girl?

"Hum! Smelly girl! you dare to run away from me and break my authority. i will show you the consequences of this"

The clamorous footsteps from behind him also caught up with the falling, and then he was severely reprimanded.

After hearing everything that had been said, Alex now had a general understanding of what was going on. It is possible that the slaves in a particular camp were subjected to such severe punishment that they broke and ran away from their master.

Everyone, regardless of age, follows the rules and the weak always get oppressed.

Only in recent times have these regulations appeared more archaic and savage than before.

Whoever has great strength, strong fists, and strong equipment, and who has the right to speak in this world, no longer needs to worry about the punishment of law and law, the condemnation of public opinion, and so on. Those who have these things do not need to worry about them.

Alex inched his way stealthily closer to the edge of the window as he observed the chaos unfolding on the street below while simultaneously becoming one with the shadows.

Are these guys shouting really loudly outside? If so, why don't they seem concerned that they might attract a night demon?

Ever since the black rain that occurred five years ago, even the sky has behaved in a peculiar manner.

The sun does not begin its ascent from the east in the same methodical fashion as it once did. Instead, it either stays in the sky for several weeks at a time without falling; the day continues in the same manner as before; and the surface of the earth is constantly baked at a high temperature of nearly 50 degrees Celsius.

At this point, approximately sixty hours have passed since the last sunrise.

The blood-red moon that hung in the night sky cast an even more eerie reflection of this desolate landscape, creating a terrifying image of Abyssal Hell.

Nevertheless, Alex was able to see a few sights despite the perplexing moonlight that was present during the dangerous night.

I looked down into the ruins of the street below and saw a naked woman and five men dressed in the skins of mutant animals lying on the ground together.

These five men have imposing physiques, varying from being tall and lanky to short and stocky. Only the protagonist possesses a normal level of physical strength.

She had been tortured and starved to the point where she was left with nothing but a skin of emaciation, and the thin woman who had fallen to the ground and pleaded for mercy was one of them.

Alex is able to observe the shocking wounds on her body from a great distance, and she is able to flee a relatively short distance, which is the extent of her ability.

He had a hunch that the people he was observing were residents of a small temporary camp that was less than 10 kilometers away.

When the female slave was apprehended, it was only natural for her to be beaten after that. They put a bunch of scraps in her mouth in advance so that she could only send out groans and cries of pain in order to prevent her scream from attracting other monsters that she was unable to deal with. This was done in order to prevent her scream from attracting other monsters that she was unable to deal with.

"Boss, we are almost okay. After all, running out of the camp at night is also taking a great risk. Let's hurry her back," I said to the other person in charge.

The leader of the group was a short man who was less than 1.6 meters tall. He looked at the woman who was beaten to the ground and said something with some concern.

"It's true, but this is the third time she's tried to get away, but nothing has stopped her. Meanwhile, I've broken her leg. Return to the spare warehouse, and put it to use for storing rations in the future!"

"Uh..."

When Alex listened to the lead man's suspenseful story, he noticed that his eyebrows had a slight twitch.

They started scraping the legs of the female slave with the rough mallet as soon as they saw them...

Alex took in the entire scene, but the idea of a valiant warrior coming to the rescue of a stunning woman didn't even register in his mind, let alone move his emotions.

In this era, it is possible to live a better life than other people, to become heroes who are admired by other people.

I watched as they made preparations to leave while they were picking up the female slaves who had passed out in the past. Alex let out a brief sigh of relief as well, turned around, and continued to cut up her prey.

On the other hand, as soon as he turned his head, a pale face suddenly appeared in his vision.