Chapter 86 The Old Lady Saves Her Son

Gong Jingzhi was crying bitterly, hiding behind Gong Zhao, her face pale. She was more likely to arouse the beastly desires of the animals than those women with empty eyes who looked like ghosts. Four men restrained Gong Zhao and Zhu Fan, while three men touched Gong Jingzhi all over.

Gong Zhao was furious and roared and cursed. The long period of hunger had caused him to not even have half of his usual strength. How could he be a match for the two men? Zhu Fan was not much better.

Watching Gong Jingzhi being tortured, Lin Mali and Luo Qiao were filled with pleasure. As they were being tortured, they clearly saw the gloating look in Gong Jingzhi's eyes. Oh, the wheel of fate turns, and they were not spared either. They were still waiting, waiting for Lan Shiruo and her bunch of bitches to suffer the same pain they had.

After the three men finished, Gong Jingzhi lay on the ground like a rag. Gong Zhao was heartbroken, but things were far from over. The three men who had finished came over to clamp her down, and the four of them continued.

Gong Zhao couldn't bear it any longer and threw fireballs desperately. At first, the first two were effective, but when his opponent came to his senses, he started punching and kicking him. He was no match for him at all. Zhu Fan screamed and wanted to save Gong Zhao, but was killed by a knife.

Gong Zhao's face was covered in Zhu Fan's warm blood. He stood there in a daze, looking at the man who fell in front of him. They had been together day and night for almost a year, and he felt deeply the respect and protection Zhu Fan showed him. He really treated him as a brother.

But now, his brother died to save him, and his daughter, whom he had cherished since childhood, was suffering inhuman torture. The kicks and beatings on her back never stopped, and he felt his life slipping away.

He regretted it, really regretted it. He should have stood up decisively. "Please, save my daughter." He spat out several mouthfuls of blood intermittently, and the sound only echoed in his throat. Lan Shiruo heard it, frowned, but did not respond.

Ding Yibing hadn't spent much time with Gong Zhao, having only arrived a month or two earlier than Lan Shiruo and the others. In his opinion, Gong Zhao was considered a good person in the apocalypse. He felt bad, but he couldn't save himself, so what else could he do?

Xia Xun was once Gong Zhao's subordinate and had been taken care of by Gong Zhao. Now that disaster has come, and everyone is safe, he has taken a risky move and stood here. He is not a conscienceless ungrateful person, but how can he be saved?

His eyes were red, and apart from his good eyesight, he had no other advantages. "Boss, I'm sorry." The man knelt down and kowtowed to Gong Zhao.

Such behavior is useless to Gong Zhao, but it makes Xia Xun feel much better.

The old lady held Niu Niu and turned away, unable to bear to watch.

The little friend looked silent and pursed his lips.

Passion will devour reason, and many people in the crowd were stimulated by this scene and were ready to take action.

They wanted to launch a surprise attack while the small team was distracted.

Just a glance from each other was enough to make them understand what they had been planning for a long time and that it was time to take action.

Immediately, under the cover of darkness, the crowd surged and reached the dividing line in an instant.

It was impossible for the little friend to put himself in danger for a stranger. He had been paying attention to the movements of these people. The moment they took action, the little friend also moved.

The machine gun fired "da da da," and countless flames emerged in the cold wind, accompanied by screams.

The crowd was about to retreat, and someone shouted, "Go! They have food to eat, and they're going to die anyway, so why don't you just die with a full stomach and follow me."

Suddenly, the crowd became excited and rushed forward regardless of anything.

The small team had no time to deal with Gong Zhao and his daughter. Lan Shiruo took out her hot weapons and each of the little friends took one, even the old lady took one. It was okay if they didn't know how to use it, just to give themselves courage.

Xu Haolongzhan behind the crowd had a gloomy expression on his face. They didn't expect that a few women would have so many good things in their hands.

"It seems that we can make a lot of money. What a pity for the ammunition. One less bullet is needed after each one is used." Xu Hao smiled bloodthirstily.

Long Zhan narrowed his eyes, unable to tell what he was thinking, "Don't underestimate the enemy, get someone ready."

"Don't worry, good luck won't always be with them." Xu Hao always believed that the reason these women were able to escape danger several times was just because of good luck.

Long Zhan frowned slightly and said nothing more. It is better to rely on oneself than on others.

Lan Shiruo has far more good things on her than they thought. If she wasn't afraid of the island sinking, she could solve all the troubles with just one bullet.

The sound of thumping continued incessantly, and those, blinded by the passion of their hearts, rushed forward recklessly, one after another, but no one could cross the dividing line. Beyond the boundary, a thick layer of corpses had been laid, and those who came later, stepping on the corpses to climb up, could easily cross over at any time.

There were more than a thousand people, but in less than half an hour, only a few hundred were left.

The small team has gone from being unable to bear it at the beginning to becoming numb, and the recoil has also made their bodies numb.

Someone crossed the dividing line and wanted to wave a flag and shout, but the general stabbed him through the heart with a claw. His laughter stopped abruptly and he fell headfirst into the pile of corpses.

Once there is one, there will be two. More and more people come in. The little friend puts away his big stuff and starts fighting.

The old lady huddled in the corner holding Niu Niu, her face covered in tears, feeling a sense of despair at the lowliness of life.

Xu Hao raised his hand, "Go."

The psychics who had been prepared for a long time took action quickly.

An ice spike came straight towards Ding Yibing's vest. The old lady's face turned pale and she used the fastest speed in her life to stand behind her son.

A familiar breath fell on his back. Ding Yibing didn't dare to look back, his whole body was trembling.

The old lady smiled, and with her withered hands she tightly grasped Ding Yibing's clothes. "Son, live well. You must live well."

The old body slid away in the wind. Ding Yibing turned quickly and hugged his old mother in his arms. "Mom, mom, mom, you said you would always be with my mom. I beg you, mom."

The old lady had a peaceful face and her death was not painful.

Ding Yibing went crazy for a minute, then hid his grief deep in his heart. He put his old mother in a corner, settled her down, and looked at the motionless Niuniu. "Can you help me take care of grandma?"

Niu Niu's lifeless eyes flashed, and she took the old lady's hand.

Ding Yibing smiled and rubbed her head. When he turned around, he turned into a bloodthirsty wolf.

The little friend sighed in his heart. At this time, no amount of comfort would seem pale and powerless. He could only use blood to commemorate the old lady.

Lan Shiruo's eyes were icy cold, "General."

"Ouch!"

A man and a mastiff broke free from gravity, jumped over the crowd, and went directly behind them. One of them swung a knife, and the other swung a claw, and all the psychics hiding in the dark were torn to pieces.

Long Zhanmei's heart skipped a beat. He really didn't use his full strength. Tsk tsk, if he wasn't an enemy, he would be a pretty good partner.

Xu Hao was furious and called more people forward.

The smell of blood was spreading, the dim river water kept rolling, and the crowd with red eyes seemed to wake up instantly. Looking at the pile of corpses under their feet, they dared not take another step forward and hid in the farthest corner screaming.

For a moment, only two sides were left confronting each other.

Xu Hao curled his lips, "Still have the strength?"

Everyone in the small team was drenched in sweat, their limbs were weak and trembling, their faces were pale, and they were physically exhausted.

In terms of momentum, he would never admit defeat. "You can try."

Xu Hao licked his teeth and said, "Go ahead."

(End of this chapter)