(1) Not good, he's on a mad power trip (1)

Along the port road, outside the hideout.

A truck carrying survivors was parked.

"Hopefully, everything will be alright."

Duong Bang Phi and his group hurriedly got out of the truck. A tightly closed iron gate blocked their path, and the high surrounding walls were covered in barbed wire. Getting in looked troublesome.

"What do we do now?" The current situation made Luu Minh Chau a little anxious. "Should we ram the iron gate with the truck?"

This was the only solution. They had observed the surroundings on their way and hadn't seen any zombies, but if they made a noise, it would easily attract them. Then they would have to face both zombies and hostile survivors.

"It's fine, I'll handle it."

Lam Pham had never been one to intentionally damage others' property. This iron gate before them was someone else's property, but knowing that there was danger inside and people needed rescuing, some damage was inevitable. Even if he told Officer Hoang, Officer Hoang would pat his chest and guarantee it, kick... it must be kicked, any losses would be borne by him.

Boom!

The sturdy iron gate, when Lam Pham kicked it, instantly boomed like a cannonball, was directly kicked flying, and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"See, no problem," Lam Pham turned his head and said with a smile.

Duong Bang Phi and the others stared in astonishment at the scene before them.

At this moment, they realized their understanding of Lam Pham was still very superficial. Thinking about it, it made sense; how could one know so much about someone they just met? But from this alone, it was clear that this newly acquainted person was very strong.

"Let's go, let's go in. I can sense they are in a state of panic, but they are okay."

Lam Pham focused his senses. He could hear very faint noises; even the sound of Trung Nhi farting, if he listened carefully, could be clearly perceived.

...

"Boss, a bunch of clueless fools broke our iron gate and barged in. There are men and women, the survivors from that hideout just now."

A subordinate hurriedly reported.

His expression was excited.

Evidently, he hadn't expected that group to be so bold. Having just been robbed clean, they immediately brought people to their hideout. Didn't they know their Boss was capable of shattering granite with his fists?

The kidnapped female survivors, within their terrified eyes, showed a glimmer of hope. Hearing that people had come to save them, hope rekindled in their hearts.

Conversely, Expert Hua looked worried. He realized that this Ma Nhat Long before him was no ordinary person, possessing strength beyond that of an ordinary man. Who could save them?

Ma Nhat Long smiled, a very contemptuous smile. "Quite interesting. Nowadays, ordinary people are often hot-headed. Seeing their companions captured, they rush over to find them without thinking. You guys, bring your weapons and teach them a harsh lesson for me. Remember, teach them a miserable lesson, then bring them up to me."

"Yes, Boss."

"Don't worry, Boss. Dealing with that group, a couple of slashes from me, and they'll see blood."

After speaking, he hurried downstairs.

As the subordinates left.

Ma Nhat Long walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the group of survivors downstairs, a cold smile playing on his lips. With just this bunch, his subordinates could easily handle them.

He didn't recruit subordinates based on who could suck up to him, but on whether they had a ruthless streak. He didn't want anyone who wouldn't fight desperately.

Expert Hua saw that there was no one around and Ma Nhat Long was engrossed in watching the situation below. He quietly picked up an iron pipe, slowly approached, and swung it towards Ma Nhat Long's head.

Clack!

"Old expert, being able to survive in the apocalypse is a luxury, you should cherish it." Ma Nhat Long seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. As Expert Hua swung the iron pipe, it was directly caught by him.

Expert Hua was old; how could he match Ma Nhat Long's strength? With a slight push, he was sent tumbling to the ground.

Ma Nhat Long picked up the iron pipe and, to their shock, bent it into a pretzel. Such strength made them tremble like leaves, thinking, how could a human do this?

At this moment.

"Stop."

A group of fierce, burly men blocked Lam Pham. They held machetes, iron pipes, and various other weapons capable of inflicting fatal injuries.

Just by looking at these weapons, one could tell they were deadly, very dangerous, extremely terrifying. If they had appeared on the streets during peacetime, they would definitely have been pinned to the ground by a group of police officers with riot shields and given a severe beating.

"Release our people." Duong Bang Phi exchanged glances, tightening his grip on the iron pipe in his hand. The group before them, with their menacing stares, clearly weren't to be trifled with. But their companions had been captured by the other party; even knowing the danger, they had to come.

These ferocious brutes looked at each other.

And couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, hilarious. You want us to release those we've captured? That's absolutely the funniest thing I've ever heard."

"Look, we caught seven women, and there's another one here. Put them together, and that's eight. This chick's looks aren't bad, eh?"

"Delivering themselves to our doorstep, there's no reason not to accept."

This group of thugs laughed unscrupulously, saying all sorts of lewd things, as if the people before them were already lambs to the slaughter.

"Let me handle this."

Lam Pham raised his hand, signaling Bang Phi to relax.

He looked at the group and said softly, "Your actions are really not good. In the apocalypse, everyone should unite. Your actions are no different from the zombies roaming outside, perhaps even more harmful. Lay down your weapons, bring the people out, and I think if I take you to Officer Hoang, you should receive appropriate leniency."

"I advise you not to make a move. Otherwise, if you attack, I will have to defend myself, and the consequences will be terrifying."

He sensed that the tied-up survivors were not in immediate danger, which was why he was willing to take the time to reason with these people. If there was danger, he could appear before the enemy in an extremely short amount of time.

Bewildered.

This group of brutes stared wide-eyed, looking at Lam Pham as if he were an idiot.

"What did he say?"

"Can't understand a thing."

"Damn it, carrying Frostmourne and acting like a big shot in front of us. Do you think you're the Lich King who killed his father? Come on, your daddy is right here, draw your sword and kill your daddy, let's see! Hahaha..."

Unbridled laughter.

Then, this brute looked up, his peripheral vision catching the figure standing there. The Boss was still watching from over there. As one of the Boss's subordinates, he had to put on a good show. Without thinking, he put on a ferocious expression and waved the machete in his hand.

"Die for me!"

He wanted to fully display his ferocity.

The first blood had to be his.

Lam Pham sighed. People these days were truly beyond help. This kind of situation was particularly common in the apocalypse. Perhaps it really was the end of the world that made people's hearts turn dark, leading them further and further down that road of no return.

Boom!

A deafening explosion sounded.

Just as the opponent's machete was about to fall in front of him, he reacted in an instant. The brute who was just in front of him vanished without a trace in a flash. To anyone else, it was as if a large black shadow had flickered past their eyes.

Following the sound, they looked towards the distant wall.

The guy holding the machete was embedded in the wall, his limbs dangling, tongue lolling out, fresh blood gushing out, dyeing the cracked wall red, slowly dripping to the ground.

The force of this kick was considered normal, but for any ordinary person, this kick could kill them. However, Lam Pham, in self-defense, had tried his best to restrain himself. It was just that he didn't dare to be too light, fearing that one kick wouldn't send him flying and the machete would land on him.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyeballs almost popping out.

"How is that possible..."

The vicious brutes couldn't believe what they were seeing.

They hadn't even seen clearly how it had happened.

By the time they reacted, he had disappeared from before their eyes, kicked into the wall.

"You can take a look. When I defend myself, the consequences will be very serious. I hope you can understand. Lay down your weapons, hands on your heads, and I will take you to the police station."

Lam Pham said in a calm tone.

How he wished they could understand that violence solves nothing; violence only breeds more violence.

"All together, kill him!"

The vicious brutes roared, brandishing machetes and iron bars as they charged fiercely towards Lam Pham.

One of the vicious brutes cursed angrily.

"I'll fucking go get a gun and blast him!"

Saying that, he ran towards where the guns were kept.

Sigh.

Lam Pham sighed regretfully.

It was truly useless to talk anymore.

When faced with things that threatened his own safety, he usually took them very seriously. Firstly, it was his own regard for his life, and secondly, he knew the responsibilities and burdens he carried. If something happened to him, what would the survivors of Duong Quang Residential Area do?

He wasn't saying that group of survivors couldn't take care of themselves, but the zombies outside the hideout were quite dangerous. Without him to clear them out, things would only get worse.

Therefore, he had to defend himself; absolutely nothing could happen to him.

Boom!

Boom!

Figure after figure was kicked away like cannonballs. Someone had once said, your actions are particularly cruel, it's just that you hide your cruel actions within legality and compliance.

Regarding this kind of questioning.

He disagreed.

Self-defense must be decisive, one must show their true capabilities. Life is only once; if you miss it, it won't happen again. So how could one hold back? Any kind of holding back is irresponsible to oneself, irresponsible to those who care about and love oneself.

"Too domineering!"

Duong Bang Phi's mouth hung open, as if looking at a terrifying monster, watching the group of thugs who were kicked flying with no sign of life. He could only say that this was definitely not something a human could do.

The apocalypse had descended; had it really spawned various superhumans who possessed abilities beyond ordinary people?

At this point, it wasn't just Duong Bang Phi who was stunned.

Ha Kiet, Luu Minh Chau, and the others were the same. They had originally thought this would be a difficult and dangerous confrontation, but they hadn't expected it to be so simple, with no difficulty at all. Honestly, they were truly dumbfounded.

Now.

Ma Nhat Long, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, had a very ugly expression.

Even if he could shatter granite with his bare hands, seeing this kind of freak who could kick a burly man more than ten meters away and embed him deeply into a wall, he could only say, this thing probably wasn't human.

He turned to look at Expert Hua, suppressed his fear, and smiled, "This chaotic world is really interesting. Little freaks pop up one after another. I have to say, it's getting more and more interesting. This time, consider it that you found a helper, giving you a hope of survival."

"Alright, let's take it slow. The days ahead are still long. I, Ma Nhat Long, love playing with strong people the most. I hope that when we meet next time, you'll still be so lucky."

While speaking, he walked towards the top of the stairs.

His expression was terrifyingly calm, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Expert Hua looked at Ma Nhat Long's retreating figure, his expression serious. Being targeted by such a dangerous individual was not a good thing. He also understood what the other party meant; Bang Phi and the others had found a formidable helper.

Reaching the top of the stairs.

Ma Nhat Long turned around and said, "Expert Hua, you are a talent, and I value talent greatly. This time I won't harm you. I hope you convey a message to that guy for me: I, Ma Nhat Long, have remembered him. We will play slowly in the future."

After speaking, he walked downstairs with calm composure.

When he was sure Expert Hua could no longer see his back, he tucked tail and ran, running very fast, running in a very sorry state. He went straight to the surrounding wall downstairs, took a running leap, climbed over the wall, landed, opened the car door, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and fled directly.

"Damn it, where did this freak come from? Could he be like me, inexplicably possessing super strength?"

"But how can he be so strong?"

Ma Nhat Long thought of the scene he had just witnessed and felt a wave of fear.

Don't look at how he could shatter rocks, but he couldn't do what the other guy did.

"Damn it, fuck."

The car sped away, gradually disappearing down the street. He abandoned his former glory, abandoned his former subordinates. His only thought was to save his life. As long as the green mountains remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood. He heard there was a hideout at the prison; Old me will go and join them for a bit.

At this moment.

Not a single thug around was left standing.

"Follow me."

Lam Pham said.

As he walked inside, a thug holding a modified spray gun appeared in front of him. Without thinking, he pulled the trigger, "Die for me!"

Splat!

The scene was always so familiar. The gleam of that sword was always so dazzling. The thug holding the gun stared wide-eyed. Crack! The spray gun in his hand split open, and his forehead also gradually cracked, extending down his face until his body split open, flesh and blood scattering on the ground.

"Ah..."

Luu Minh Chau let out a terrified scream, then covered her mouth. The scene before her was a bit horrifying, a strong shock to her mind.

Lam Pham apologized, "Sorry for letting you see such a scene. It was very dangerous just now, I could only do that."

Duong Bang Phi: ...

The group: ...

They somewhat reluctantly accepted it.

But after this incident, they could understand that this person before them was truly very formidable, formidable to a certain extent.

The group of male survivors who had been roughed up by Ma Nhat Long earlier felt that that guy was completely incomparable to Lam Pham; they were simply on two different levels of existence.

Going upstairs, they saw their companions who had been taken by Ma Nhat Long. Seeing them safe and sound, the group couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then looked at Lam Pham with eyes full of gratitude.

If it weren't for his help, the consequences would have been truly unbearable to imagine.

Expert Hua told everyone what Ma Nhat Long had said before leaving. Duong Bang Phi looked at Lam Pham.

"Brother Lam, this guy is really arrogant."

Lam Pham smiled faintly, "It's okay, if he runs, he runs. We'll meet again someday. I don't know what your plans are next. If you trust me, you can come to my hideout and take a look. Everyone lives together very amicably, without so many messy things."

"Thank you, Brother Lam, we are willing." Duong Bang Phi agreed without thinking. If he still hesitated even after this, then what else could he do? He didn't even consider whether the other party was putting on an act in front of them, just to trick them over.

There was no need.

One shouldn't think too highly of oneself; sometimes, in the eyes of others, one might not even be worth a blade of grass.

If Brother Lam wanted to do anything to them, with his kind of strength, there was no need to pretend; he could just act directly. Who could withstand it?

"Bang Phi..."

A voice came.

Duong Bang Phi followed the voice and saw his companion Doan Boi hanging there, mouth agape, stunned. He saw the wound on Doan Boi's abdomen; it was a bloody hole that had been pierced through.

Lam Pham sighed, "He said nothing and ended up suffering such a cruel fate. It's really good that you have such a companion. In the apocalypse, it's already very rare. Many of the survivors I've seen are extremely brutal, irritable, selfish, treacherous, and so on."

Duong Bang Phi took a deep breath, his eyes red, and took down the hanging Doan Boi. "Yes, he was a good person. We saved him at an internet cafe. He was very haggard at the time, with a non-mainstream hairstyle, didn't look like a good person, felt a bit roguish. But after getting along, I found him to be very good: loyal, smart, witty, always able to make everyone laugh.

He was thin and timid. That guy Vuong Vi often laughed at him, saying if he were caught, he'd definitely be the first to turn traitor. Every time, he would flush red and roar at us that he was the most loyal. At the internet cafe, he often watched anti-war movies, saying that if it were during wartime and he was caught by the enemy, he would rather die than be a traitor. The so-called ten great tortures were child's play; endure it a bit, and you'd kick the bucket, nothing to be afraid of...

I didn't expect him to actually do it. This wound must have hurt a lot."

The surrounding group all bowed their heads, extremely sad. To be able to unite together in the apocalypse, even if they were strangers before, gradually getting along, they had also cultivated a deep friendship.

Lam Pham could feel this sorrowful atmosphere and said softly, "Alright, the road ahead must continue. Once you reach Duong Quang Residential Area, this kind of thing won't happen. I've remembered that Ma Nhat Long who ran away; he will pay the price for his actions later."

"Mm," Duong Bang Phi nodded.

Leaving this place, when they left, they buried Doan Boi. Not buried in the mud, but according to Bang Phi's request, taken to the internet cafe, a computer turned on for him, sitting there.

This was what Doan Boi had once told him: what I love most is surfing the internet; even if I die, I want to die at a computer.

...

Prison.

A sedan slowly stopped.

Ma Nhat Long looked at the surrounding situation, then at the high walls surrounding the prison, very envious. If he had such a hideout before, he would have taken off on the spot.

"What are you doing?"

The survivors in the prison tower saw a stranger appear and questioned him.

"Brother, survivor, I'm a survivor, please take me in." Ma Nhat Long acted rather ordinary. Seeing the situation clearly, blending in was very important. Could he still tell the other party, "Old me, Ma Nhat Long, specializes in shattering granite with my fists, open the door if you don't want your head smashed?"

Unless his brain was diseased.

The prison survivors didn't open the gate but notified Ton Nang and Ha Minh Hien.

Soon.

Ton Nang and Ha Minh Hien arrived at the watchtower.

Ma Nhat Long said fawningly, "Big brothers, please save me."

Ton Nang narrowed his eyes, looked at Ha Minh Hien, "Do you think we can let him in?"

Ha Minh Hien looked at Ma Nhat Long, then at Ton Nang, sighing inwardly. Why ask me? You can just decide. Even if I say something, would you listen to me? Or are you thinking of continuing to humiliate me, trample on me in front of everyone?

"Let him in."

Ha Minh Hien said very casually.

His recent training results were quite good.

Phung Kiet had some resources, which had made his body somewhat stronger.

Ma Nhat Long's face lit up with joy, "Thank you, big brother."

Ton Nang frowned, suppressing the anger in his heart, "Take another look, are you sure?"

Ha Minh Hien looked at Ton Nang, "You call the shots here. Even if I say let him in, it's ultimately up to you. I said let him in, and you still tell me to take another look. Doesn't that mean he can't be let in?"

Ton Nang suddenly kicked Ha Minh Hien, sending him staggering back a few steps. After all, Ha Minh Hien's physique was very plump, while Ton Nang looked like a thin and weak scholar.

"Take a good look for me, you idiot!" Ton Nang cursed angrily.

Ha Minh Hien looked towards Ma Nhat Long at the gate: a fawning smile, a very strong physique, and a kind of fierce and cruel aura between his brows. How to put it, it just gave him a certain feeling.

Ma Nhat Long sensed that the situation was a bit strange. If they intended to let him in, they would have done so already.

Immediately after.