He's Turned into the Hulk

The man seemed to have taken a big blow, and he was no longer nervous under Dylan's scolding.

 He steadied his emotions and sat down on the ground.

"My name is Hannibal.

Miranda is really my newlywed wife, we've been married for almost 10 months."

Dylan glanced at Alberta, who understood instantly.

She then used her telepathic ability on Hannibal.

Afterwards, she nodded at Dylan.

 It seemed Hannibal wasn't lying.

"Since you came to find Miranda, why are you here in the security room?" Dylan asked.

But as soon as Dylan asked, Hannibal became agitated again.

"Damn it, just thinking about it makes me angry.

I saw a video posted by Miranda's best friend on social media by accident and found her being intimate with another man.

 To get things clear face-to-face, I rode my bike for three days and nights to get here."

Dylan, Alberta, and Jodie were all stunned.

Hannibal was really going all out, riding a bike for three days and nights just to confront Miranda? He must be incredibly determined.

"Then, when I arrived, the security guards at the gate wouldn't let me in.

I had no choice but to climb over the wall to find her. Well, lo and behold, I caught sight of this bitch passionately kissing a guy downstairs in the dormitory building.

It was like watching a Hulk transformation, you know?" Hannibal seemed to recall the scene and got emotional again.

Speaking to Dylan, perhaps he thought a man would understand better, "Bro, cough, how should I put it?

To survive in this world, you've got to have a little bit of green on you!"

Dylan really didn't know how to console him.

 After all, he himself, before the apocalypse, was someone who took advantage of others.

But Hannibal seemed to be even more distraught after hearing this. "

Bro, is that just a little green?

 I've turned into the Hulk! I've worked hard outside to earn money.

I only keep 300 of my monthly salary for living expenses, and the rest goes towards her tuition and daily expenses.

I've worked overtime and taken on extra jobs day and night just so I can give her a better life and buy her gifts for every holiday.

 But what do I get in return for my efforts? She treats me like this!

 Ahh! The most despicable thing is, when I caught her in the act, not only did she not repent, she even got that guy to bring four or five people to gang up on me!

This damn bitch! If she hadn't run away, I would've killed her."

Upon hearing this, Alberta and Jodie exchanged shocked looks.

 This plot was too melodramatic. They never expected Miranda to be this kind of person.

"What happened next?" Jodie, now fully invested in the gossip, couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, what happened next!"Hannibal continued with a grin, "Those five guys were useless.

I beat them to the ground all by myself.

 Especially that guy who was kissing her, I gave him a few kicks in the groin.

 Damn, it felt so good!"

Listening to Hannibal's story, Dylan couldn't help but admire him from the bottom of his heart.

 He was a true man who knew when to take action.

 Dylan could almost imagine Hannibal riding his bike day and night to get to the college, then fearlessly confronting the group who wanted to beat him up.

"This Miranda is such a slut, doing such shameless things.

People are really not what they seem!" Jodie said indignantly, unable to tolerate even as a woman.

"Have you seen Miranda again after that?" Alberta asked.

"No! But I know she's still alive! A few days ago, a surviving student ran out, and I learned from him that Miranda is still alive.

She, along with those guys and some surviving students, is hiding in the college supermarket.

 That's why I've been staying here.

 I must see her and those guys with my own eyes and avenge myself!" Hannibal explained.

Now it all made sense.

 Hannibal explained his situation in the security room clearly.

Dylan, Alberta, and Jodie now understood.

"By the way, did those guys from the pickup truck notice you earlier?"

Dylan still wanted to ask, hoping Hannibal could provide some clues about those people.

"Of course, they noticed me.

They even thought I was one of the surviving security guards of the college.

 They asked me where the girls' dormitory was and if I knew a girl named... umm... What was her name..." Hannibal paused, unable to remember the name.

"Was it Alberta?" Dylan suggested.

"Oh? Yes, yes, that's the name! How did you know?"Hannibal's eyes widened in realization.

 "Because... I am Alberta!"

Alberta frowned.

Knowing that the people from the pickup truck were indeed looking for her made her feel both relieved and worried.

Relieved because it confirmed Dylan's speculation that her brother might still be alive.

However, she was also worried.

 Why hadn't her brother come to find her himself? Was something wrong?

Seeing Alberta's concerned expression, Hannibal reminded her, "Be careful, beautiful lady.

 Those people don't seem like good guys.

They wanted me to join them before, but I refused.

Then they tried to kill me! Luckily, I'm faster now than before.

Otherwise, I'd be dead before I could get my revenge!"

Upon hearing Hannibal say that he was faster now, Dylan couldn't help but think of his bold charge for love.

 Dylan chuckled and said, "You're even faster now? How fast can you be?"

Hannibal, seeing Dylan laugh at him, stood up immediately.

 "Bro, don't doubt me. I can show you how fast I am!"

Dylan smiled.

"Sure, let's see you run!"

"Alright, bro, watch closely! I'm gonna run!" Hannibal said as he prepared to run.

"Whoosh!" He burst out of the room.

Dylan and the others were astonished. He was indeed very fast. His speed was comparable to Usain Bolt's.

1 second...

2 seconds...

...

5 seconds...

Something seemed off to Dylan.

Hannibal had run quite a distance. Why hadn't he stopped yet?

"Goodbye!" Hannibal suddenly stopped, turned around, and waved at Dylan and the others from a distance of 60 meters.

In fact, Hannibal's decision to run was spontaneous.

Although Dylan and his group didn't seem like bad people, they were definitely not someone he wanted to mess with.

 If he couldn't handle them, why not just avoid them altogether?

He was confident in his speed, feeling like a gust of wind that no one could catch up to.

He thought he could just come back later after Dylan and his group had left.