141: Sweeping through the wealthy area, your guild leader has reserved a seat downstairs!

The convoy was like a torrent of steel, roaring as it tore through the tranquility of the Paradise District.

This was the wealthy district of Shuangjian Peak. European-style fountains sprayed clear mountain spring water, and on the neatly manicured lawns, a group of glamorously dressed men and women were holding an open-air party.

A melodious violin piece played from a gramophone, and the long tables were laden with exquisite pastries and red wine.

"BOOM—!!"

The heavy off-road vehicle driven by Zhou Hai smashed right through the carved iron gate, half of the front end ruthlessly crushing the long table covered with a white cloth.

Pastries flew everywhere, and red wine bottles shattered.

The piercing screech of brakes mixed with the screams of women, instantly shredding the elegant atmosphere to pieces.

"Where did these stray dogs come from?!"

A noblewoman wearing a silk dress and a pearl necklace pointed at the car window and cursed loudly, "Are you blind? Do you know where this is? You've dirtied my dress; even if you sold your whole family, you couldn't afford to pay for it! Get out!"

The men and women around them, holding wine glasses, also gathered. Their faces showed no fear, only the anger of being disturbed and a high-and-mighty disgust.

In their eyes, this was just another ignorant refugee camp convoy that had stumbled into the wrong place.

The car door opened.

Zhou Hai jumped out of the car, his tactical boots stepping on a piece of expensive tiramisu and grinding it down hard.

"Yo, quite a temper."

Zhou Hai had half a cigarette dangling from his mouth as his gaze swept over this group of fair-skinned, high-class people. He grinned, a smile that carried the bloody aura of a fierce bandit. "Pay? Today, I'm not only going to pay, but I'm also going to give you all a big gift."

"Impudent!"

A series of hurried footsteps approached.

A squad of Spirit Source User guards in black uniforms rushed out from behind the villa, led by a Level 3 Strength-type Spirit Source User.

He looked at the rows of off-road vehicles mounted with heavy machine guns, and his eyelids twitched. However, thinking of the backing behind him, his spine straightened again.

"I am Zhao Gang, the Paradise District Guard Captain!"

Zhao Gang drew the Alloy Combat Saber from his waist, the tip pointing directly at Zhou Hai's nose as he barked, "Which military department are you from? You dare to run wild on Chairman Lei's turf? Are you tired of living?!"

"If you know what's good for you, get on your knees and kowtow to apologize immediately. When the Chairman returns, maybe he'll leave your corpses intact! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Zhou Hai picked his ear, interrupting him with an impatient look.

He flicked away the earwax from his fingertip, revealing a set of forest-white teeth. His eyes were mocking, as if he were looking at a group of dead people.

"That Chairman Lei of yours is indeed waiting for you."

Zhou Hai raised his hand and pointed at the gloomy sky above. "But not here—in the Yama Hall."

Zhao Gang was stunned. "What do you mean?"

"It means..." The smile on Zhou Hai's face suddenly vanished, replaced by an endless ferocity. "He's already gone down to take a seat, and now he's calling for you to join him for a reunion!"

"Old Zhao! Sister Su! Do it!!"

Before his voice had even faded.

"BOOM—!!"

A golden figure crashed into the crowd like a bulldozer.

Zhao Ze held that door-sized giant shield, golden light flowing all over his body. With Immortal Golden Body activated, he was like an out-of-control heavy tank.

"Crack! Crack!"

Zhao Gang didn't even have a chance to react before he was hit head-on by that giant shield.

The sound of bones shattering was as dense as popping beans. His entire body was plastered onto the shield like a paper cutout before being violently thrown aside, his chest cavity collapsed, dying on the spot.

"Kill!!"

Su Li's figure turned into a blood-colored phantom, the Shura Bloodblade in her hand drawing a shrill, cold light under the sun.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Those dozen or so low-level Spirit Source Users who usually threw their weight around didn't even have time to release their skills before a thin red line of blood appeared at their throats.

Blood gushed out, staining the white European-style fountain red.

Ten seconds.

A mere ten seconds.

The guards who had been so arrogant just a moment ago had all turned into corpses on the ground.

The remaining few Spirit Source Users whose legs had gone soft and couldn't run away looked at this group of killing gods. They were so terrified they wet themselves, thumping their heads against the ground as they knelt.

"Don't kill me! We're just trying to make a living! Spare us, mercy, masters!!"

Zhou Hai walked over and stepped on the head of one Spirit Source User, looking down at him.

"Want to live?"

Zhou Hai pulled a pair of heavy handcuffs from his waist and threw them onto the ground with a crisp metallic clang.

"Put them on yourselves."

He sneered, his gaze shifting to the noblewomen and young masters in the distance who were already paralyzed with fear.

"The Corpse Tide is coming tomorrow, and we just happen to be short on meat shields for the front row."

"Recycling waste—consider it as earning some merit for this life of yours."

By now, the sickly sweet scent of cream in the air had been completely overwhelmed by the intense smell of blood.

Zhao Ze put away his shield, the shredded meat sliding down along the golden patterns.

Su Li flicked the blood droplets off her blade and stood to the side expressionlessly, like a killing machine devoid of emotion.

The group of noblewomen and young masters who had been so arrogant just a moment ago finally realized what was happening.

"Murder! Murder!!"

"You lunatics! Chairman Lei won't let you get away with this!!"

Even now, the noblewoman with the pearl necklace didn't beg for mercy. Instead, she screamed and rushed forward, her nails clawing at Zhou Hai's face like eagle talons. "You lowly beggars! I'll have you cut into a thousand pieces!!"

These people had been pampered too well by Lei Lie.

So well that they had forgotten this was the Apocalypse, and that the Law of the jungle was the only Law.

In their eyes, this was just a slightly excessive conflict; as long as they brought up their backing, these mud-legged peasants would still have to kneel and lick their shoes.

Zhou Hai frowned and delivered a backhanded slap.

"Slap!"

This slap didn't use spirit source, but the physical strength of a Level 5 Awakened was terrifying.

The noblewoman spun three times on the spot like a top. Half of her face instantly swelled up like a pig's head, and several blood-streaked teeth flew out.

She fell to the ground, her hair disheveled, staring at Zhou Hai with venomous eyes. "You'll regret this... My son is a Fire-type Spirit Source User! He's with the Chairman right now! When he comes back, I'll have him burn you all to death!!"

Just then.

A young boy of only seven or eight years old suddenly darted out from behind the noblewoman.

He tightly gripped a sharp Deboning Knife, his eyes as fierce as a wolf cub's, without a hint of childhood innocence.

"Die! Bad guys!!"

Using his small stature as cover, the boy suddenly charged at a soldier on guard, the tip of the knife stabbing directly at the soldier's unprotected femoral artery.

The soldier hadn't expected a child to suddenly attack, and while he instinctively tried to dodge, he was half a beat too slow.

"Puchi!"

The tip of the blade pierced his thigh, and blood sprayed out.

"Ah!!" The soldier cried out in pain and stumbled back.

"Little bastard!"

Zhou Hai's eyes turned cold as he grabbed the back of the neck of the boy who was about to strike again, lifting him up like a little chick.

The boy hung in mid-air, still frantically waving the Deboning Knife and cursing, "I'm going to kill you! I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs! Just like we feed those refugees!!"

Feeding refugees?

Zhou Hai's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of violent killing intent rushed to his head.

In the eyes of these beasts, their fellow humans struggling to survive in the mud were actually just fodder for dogs?

He remembered Lu Sheng's instructions before they set out.

The youth in white had stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes as cold as ice. "Once you're on the mountain, if you encounter resistance, regardless of gender or age."

"If you don't pull up the weeds by the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows."

Zhou Hai took a deep breath, and the last trace of pity in his eyes completely vanished.

"Good, very good."

Zhou Hai looked at the spiteful child in his hand and grinned, but the smile was more hideous than a demon's.

"Since you've got so much guts, then go down and accompany that Chairman Lei of yours."