CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 90 NEW WORLD [SURVIVOR] (6K)_4

I wonder if these things will die if they’re exposed to the sun for too long.

If they don’t have anything to eat, will they starve to death?

Zhang Feng observed for a few seconds and saw their movement wasn’t exactly slow, and their physical condition seemed even better than a normal person’s.

Well, it’s the third-level world.

Zhang Feng took a look at them, but didn’t approach to greet them.

His constitution wasn’t high yet, and if he accidentally alarmed more zombies, causing a zombie wave,

it would just waste a resurrection chance.

Just then,

Zhang Feng suddenly saw some shadows on the ground at the corner over twenty meters ahead.

"Let’s head back."

Zhang Feng quickly pulled Ah Sheng back to the supermarket, not even thinking about getting trapped in a pincer movement.

Rustle—

At the same time, as Zhang Feng went back, he quietly piled the shelves on the ground back at the doorway again.

After finishing, Zhang Feng pulled Ah Sheng to the corner of the wall.

While waiting,

Zhang Feng saw shadows gradually appearing in front of the door, along with three pairs of legs.

He gripped his dual knives tightly.

Zhang Feng prepared to stick close to the wall and slowly approach the doorway.

But as the ’human shadows’ bent and came in,

Zhang Feng saw they were humans.

And at this time, when they saw Zhang Feng and Ah Sheng inside the supermarket, they were startled.

"Holy shit!"

"Fuck! Little bastards, scared the hell out of me!"

"Shit! What are you hiding there for?"

Each of the three held a fire axe, a machete, and a steel pipe.

The man leading the group had a flattened backpack on his back.

Once they recovered from the shock,

the leader glanced at the young Zhang Feng and Ah Sheng, then lifted the fire axe in his hand, pointing at Zhang Feng who was holding the knife,

"You two kids, hand over all your food! Don’t make me do it!"

"Hurry!" The other two also raised their weapons, closing in step by step.

They were very cautious because Zhang Feng had a knife.

If he didn’t have one, it’d be a different story.

"Robbers?" Zhang Feng thought this suited the post-apocalyptic world, reminding him of his days as an undercover agent, having done similar robber work.

"Put the knife down!" The leading man got closer and closer to Zhang Feng, "I’ll count to three, throw the stuff over and put the knife down, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

"What were you just mumbling about?" Another person extended the steel pipe, always pointing at Zhang Feng.

The other person took two steps closer and then slowly moved around the shelves to attack Zhang Feng from another side.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng knew they must have cooperated numerous times in such robber actions.

Although not very tacit, they had a sense of teamwork.

Meanwhile, Ah Sheng obediently stuck by Zhang Feng’s side.

Even though the three men opposite looked fierce and malicious, he didn’t run.

Zhang Feng judged the distance but didn’t speak until the big man was about two meters away from him.

Boom—

The next second,

Zhang Feng burst into an overclocking Eight-Step Chasing Cicada, leaping in front of him in one step, with a slash across his throat, cutting off his windpipe!

"Uh..."

The big man felt a chill in his throat and then fell, clutching his neck.

Zhang Feng looked at him, then at the two stunned men,

"Weren’t you just asking what I was saying?

I was saying, are you robbers? Then we’re in the same line of work.

Now, I’ve already sent one on his way, what do you have to say?"

"Big brother... I don’t dare anymore..."

"I... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have tried to steal your stuff..."

The two immediately put down their weapons and begged for mercy.

They didn’t see how Zhang Feng killed, so how could they dare to fight him?

Zhang Feng looked at them, raising his blade again,

"Forget it, this world is so fucking absurd, I’ve thought it over, better to send you three brothers off too."