(First, I need to reflect on myself. This chapter is a bit weak, but I don't know where to delete it. If I delete it all, it won't connect with the previous chapter.)
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"I heard from your teammates that you originally planned to build a base. It seems you're not one to be subservient to others, but you've been staying here gathering information. It seems that person is very important to you."
"Heh, it is very important." Simon Hui sneered, the area between his legs aching again. He unconsciously clenched his legs, his eyes filled with hatred.
Since that day, he always felt that other people looked at him with mockery and pity, as if they wanted to gouge out all the eyes that looked at him.
The person he killed had a grudge against him before, and somehow found out about it a few days ago, so he came to mock him.
He deserves to die.
It's just a pity that he still hasn't found the person who betrayed him.
But what he hated most was Wang Hao, who had taken away his right to be a man and his personal space.
He didn't know how he did it, but if the space and the spiritual spring were still there, restoring his limbs would be a piece of cake.
Healers with superpowers are extremely rare. Base Five doesn't have any, and even if they did, to restore severed limbs, one would need to be at least level seven.
Damn it.
That damn Wang Hao.
The physical defects not only brought pain and shame, but also physiological changes that made him unable to sleep day and night. His beard became thinner and thinner, his voice became softer and softer, he would unconsciously raise his pinky finger, and he had to squat to go to the toilet.
He hated Wang Hao so much that he wanted to eat his flesh, lick his blood, smash his bones, suck his marrow, sleep on his skin, and pluck his hair.
The gentle old man looked at his twisted and ferocious face on the monitor, then glanced at the contents of the teleprompter, and calmly continued the topic: "I have some say in this base, I'll find him for you, in exchange you take me to Base Two."
Simon Hui didn't believe it and sneered, "Didn't you find him a long time ago?"
The mild-mannered older brother clicked his tongue slightly, emphasizing with dissatisfaction, "They have nothing to do with me. But there's one thing I can testify to: that stubborn old man, the base chief, really didn't go looking for that Wang Hao. He said he was afraid that if he found him, the news would leak out, which would end up harming him instead. Tch—"
"Do you think I'm stupid? Everyone in the apocalypse is selfish. He doesn't know Wang Hao, so why should he protect him? I'm a level three ability user. Anyone with a brain knows who to choose."
In the apocalypse, evil people live longer than good people, and selfish people live better than selfless people. Simon Hui has seen too much of the wickedness of human nature and simply does not believe that there is such a strange existence as the base leader who can resist the temptation of superpowers.
The gentle older brother gave a drawn-out "hmm," his tone rising at the end, and when he spoke again, his three-point friendliness turned into doubt and hesitation.
"With your arrogance, I need to reconsider whether to continue cooperating with you."
Simon Hui scoffed, still puffing out his chest even though he was tied up, and said arrogantly, "I have the right to be arrogant."
The gentle older brother's voice was slightly cool, tinged with mockery: "You don't know, do you? Base One has already trained a Level 3 ability user. Oh, by the way, this is classified information, so you really couldn't possibly know. But thinking about it, it makes sense. If you were truly that unique, Base Two would definitely try to snatch you away."
Simon Hui's smug expression froze, and panic flashed in his eyes as anger, resentment, and hatred surged up all at once.
He knew that this life was very different from his previous life. For example, all the bases were still under the control of the state, and the government claimed that they had a mature cultivation method and a body-refining technique applicable to everyone.
He suspected that it was brought by Wang Hao's rebirth, and even speculated that Wang Hao, who should have been his trusted and important subordinate, had betrayed him. After being reborn, he deliberately gave these things to the authorities to gain a good reputation and disgust him.
As for the body-refining technique, he must have obtained it through some opportunity in the future, and Wang Hao also stole it.
He was furious about all of this, but compared to the physical pain and the hatred of having his space taken away, it was insignificant.
Moreover, he was confident that even without the space, he could still become the strongest, because he had a complete cultivation method, started cultivating earlier than everyone else, and knew multiple ways to upgrade his superpowers.
But now someone has caught up.
Damn it, if his wound hadn't been throbbing and preventing him from going out to fight zombies, he wouldn't have leveled up so slowly, and he wouldn't have been caught up with.
His space, his spiritual spring, his cultivation techniques, his body-refining skills... Damn Wang Hao, damn traitor, damn thief.
The gentle old man glanced at the teleprompter again, chuckled silently, and said in a low voice with a hint of seduction, "You're a very proud person, but if you're kept locked up here, you'll be left behind sooner or later. How about cooperating with me? I'll help you get out and help you reconnect with Base Two. When you go, take me with you."
Simon gritted his teeth, a hint of wavering in his voice: "Why...why do you want to go to Base Two?"
"The base chief is incorrigible, and he has a bunch of brainwashed lackeys. People with superpowers receive almost no preferential treatment here. If I weren't limited in my ability to go far alone, I would have left long ago. Would you help me?"
Upon hearing his voice, Ximen Hui's expression became slightly dazed.
"To show my sincerity, I'll help you find Wang Hao first. Do you have a portrait of him? Or do you remember what he looks like?"
"Remember."
The gentle older brother used the opportunity of drawing to get closer to him, observed his expression through the surveillance camera, constantly adjusted his tone, and subtly tested his bottom line to further lower his vigilance and break down his defenses.
The black screen in front of Simon Hui finally lit up, and the gentle older brother placed the drawing board in front of the screen: "Does it look like it?"
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