The men stared wide-eyed, their hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.
They don't want to die, they don't want to die. They've survived the apocalypse for over ten years, they really don't want to die.
Brother Biao's men began to beg for mercy, pleading with Min Qiu to spare one of their lives, saying they were willing to... Before they could finish speaking, Min Qiu swiftly brought down his knife, and another corpse lay on the ground.
They either erupted in silence or died in silence. Driven to desperation, the men gritted their teeth and, without any coercion or inducement from Brother Biao, risked their lives to self-destruct with Min Qiu.
"Boom boom boom..."
The self-destruction of a high-level superhuman was exceptionally powerful, forcing Min Qiu to temporarily avoid its edge.
Many people died, and few of Brother Biao's men remained.
About ten minutes later, the deafening explosion finally stopped.
With a gentle wave of her hand, a strong wind dispersed the black smoke and dust filling the sky.
Hmph... Brother Biao is all alone now.
"Lin Biao, are you going to commit suicide, or do you want me to torture you to death?"
Brother Biao is a man of courage and integrity; he chose neither of the two options Min Qiu gave him.
Shouting to the sky, Brother Biao ran towards Min Qiufei.
The uneven ground was covered with ice, and the rising white steam was extremely piercing.
"Another self-destruction?" Min Qiu curled his lips. "They only have a few moves, all brawn and no brains!"
"Min Qiu, come to hell with me!"
Brother Biao took a small white ball out of his pocket and threw it suddenly toward Min Qiu.
The small white ball exploded, releasing white gas.
Min Qiu's alarm bells rang. She hurriedly grabbed Wang Yan's hand, tossed him up into the air, and sent him to a safer place.
"A Qiu," Wang Yan called out, holding the little boy.
"Don't come any closer," Min Qiu said, stopping Wang Yan from walking into a trap.
"Lin Biao, what is that thing?" Min Qiu glared at Brother Biao with hatred, as if Min Qiu was about to poke holes in Brother Biao's strong body.
Brother Biao laughed arrogantly and said, "You're also familiar with that thing. It's only been about ten years, have you forgotten? You suffered a lot because of it back then."
Upon hearing this, Min Qiu paused for a moment.
“xt69ty, an inhibitor for superpowered individuals,” Brother Biao said slowly.
Min Qiu hurriedly mobilized his supernatural power, but found that the power was operating extremely slowly, and he couldn't even try out his supernatural moves such as the golden blade and wooden spikes.
Drugs are not people; they cannot distinguish between friend and foe. As long as they enter their territory, they will take down as many as they come, and they will never think of taking down too many.
Min Qiu's superpowers have regressed; his level might be one or two, and his strength is only one ten-thousandth of his peak. But Lin Biao...
"Got you."
While Min Qiu was deep in thought, Brother Biao used his body to firmly trap Min Qiu.
"You want to die with me?" Min Qiu panicked slightly, her eyebrows trembling slightly. "Dream on, I'll take your life first."
Min Qiu exerted all her strength, transforming every ounce of her supernatural power into sharp golden blades capable of severing hair with a single blow. Thud, thud, thud… the sounds of swords piercing human bodies were muffled and deep, yet exhilarating and chilling.
With blood gushing from his mouth, Brother Biao said gleefully, "Min Qiu, let's die together!"
Born at different times, but buried in the same grave.
Boom... The heatwave sent Wang Yan, who was watching from the sidelines, flying.
Although Brother Biao couldn't mobilize his supernatural powers, his human-level supernatural abilities were ignited when he self-destructed.
"Ah Qiu." Wang Yan could not hide his heartache, and two tears streamed down his face.
Time passed slowly, and the huge commotion gradually subsided.
Cough cough cough...
A cough?
Was there a coughing sound at the self-destruct point?
Wang Yan put the little boy down and ran forward with unsteady steps.
Looking into the deep pit, Wang Yan saw Min Qiu, who was on the verge of death.
"Ah Qiu." Wang Yan carefully pulled the wretch into his arms and called out to her with utmost tenderness.
"Cough cough cough... I'm fine, Ayan."
Min Qiu was completely powerless, and blood gushed from one shocking wound after another.
"Ah Qiu, I'll heal your wounds right away."
Wang Yan took out healing medicine from the spatial ring Min Qiu had given him and applied it to the wound while crying.
"Don't cry, I'm okay."
"I'm crying tears of joy, not tears."
I almost, just a hair's breadth away, lost her forever.
Thankfully, thankfully, God didn't take away the last bit of warmth I had left.
Wang Yan thought to himself with delight.
Life is more precious than anything else; it's good that I didn't die.
"Waaah..." The little boy took off running towards Min Qiu.
"Mommy, Mommy, Yi'er is scared." The little boy buried his head in Min Qiu's arms and cried.
Wang Yan tried to pull the little boy away, but Min Qiu stopped him.
"Mommy, Yi'er is so scared, Yi'er is so scared... I'm so scared that you won't die."
The little boy looked up; his angelic face bore a devilish smile, terrifyingly ferocious. Blood dripped from his hand, yet it was unharmed, so the blood couldn't have come from him.
Min Qiu looked down at her abdomen, where a delicate little knife was stuck.
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