Chapter 64: Being an Underhanded Sneak is So Damn Satisfying

Zhang Yi could accept Zhou Ke'er, but she had to present a token of allegiance first.

Zhang Yi’s requirements were simple: useful, non-threatening, and crucially, absolutely no Saint-like mercy!

He was confident about the first two points.

However, he wanted to know whether Zhou Ke'er could harden her heart at a critical moment.

So, he had given Zhou Ke'er a task.

Zhou Ke'er had not replied to Zhang Yi yet, clearly struggling with the decision.

Zhang Yi was not in a hurry; time was on his side anyway.

If Zhou Ke'er failed to pass this test, Zhang Yi would decisively abandon her.

After all, Zhang Yi’s physical health was fine, and the probability of him coming down with a sudden illness was very low.

Moreover, he rarely went out, so the risk of injury was extremely low either.

As for how much longer Zhou Ke'er could live, that was hard to say.

……

The next day, Zhang Yi slept in until ten o'clock in the morning before waking up.

He pushed aside the velvet duvet and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Then he changed into sportswear and began working out on the treadmill.

In the apocalyptic era, good physical fitness was extremely important.

Having a robust physique allowed one to better cope when danger arrived and also helped prevent illness.

He sweated profusely on the treadmill, running for a full hour before stopping.

Afterward, he took a hot shower.

While showering, a sense of pride welled up inside Zhang Yi.

To realize that such enjoyment was an unimaginable luxury for countless people nowadays!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Just then, a series of loud crashes suddenly echoed from outside.

Zhang Yi’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly wrapped a bath towel around himself and walked out.

He soon heard a string of curses, coming from Zhou Peng.

Zhang Yi turned on the surveillance monitor and saw Zhou Peng outside his door, wielding two kitchen cleavers and hacking frantically at his security door.

"Zhang Yi, get your ass out here! All you know how to do is hide inside like a coward, a spineless piece of trash!"

The corners of Zhang Yi’s mouth curled up: "Ah, yes, yes, yes. Everything you say is right."

"And then?"

It was utterly laughable. A piece of trash who couldn't even survive was actually trying to use reverse psychology on Zhang Yi?

Seemed like you were the one losing your mind with anxiety now, right?

Zhang Yi noticed that when Zhou Peng was striking the door, he was relying entirely on his left arm, while raising his right arm seemed extremely difficult.

He knew right away that Zhou Peng’s arm was thoroughly infected.

Looking closer, he could even see the obvious swelling on Zhou Peng's arm.

Zhang Yi walked up to the door, hands in his pockets, and said indifferently, "Zhou Peng, doesn't the taste of infection feel wonderful?"

"When I took biology classes back in the day, the teacher taught us about wound infections."

"Once the tetanus bacilli from the rust enter your wound, they start multiplying like maggots feasting on a rotting corpse."

"The cut on your arm must be at least ten centimeters deep."

"It's freezing outside, but your flesh is warm. The bacteria are breeding like crazy on that fertile ground, eating away at your flesh."

"Then the wound starts to fester and leak black pus; the more bacteria there are, the larger your wound gets. In the end, they travel along your blood vessels all the way through your entire body!"

Zhang Yi described it vividly. Hearing this, Zhou Peng felt his arm ache even more.

Cold sweat poured down him; it felt as if his entire body was crawling with bacteria ready to consume him completely.

Even though he knew Zhang Yi was deliberately trying to scare him, the terror in his heart was uncontrollable.

"Ahhhh!! Zhang Yi, I'll kill you!"

Zhou Peng had completely lost his mind. His arm was rotting away, and he knew he was dead for sure.

So he wanted to try one last time, yet this trip of his was destined to be in vain.

In the neighboring room, Chen Zhenghao’s subordinates heard Zhou Peng’s frantic roars and asked, "Should we just take him out?"

Chen Zhenghao thought for a moment and replied, "Didn't you hear he's infected and practically dead? Would you dare eat the meat of a sick, dying pig?"

They looked at each other and ultimately decided not to take the risk.

Zhou Peng hacked at the door for a while and cursed wildly.

In the end, exhausted, he collapsed in front of Zhang Yi’s door and began crying, begging Zhang Yi to spare his life.

Zhang Yi said coldly, "You're a dead man. Your wound is rotting, it's the late stage, and there's no saving you. Instead of waiting to die, why don't you do the things you never dared to do while you were still alive?"

Zhou Peng’s eyes were filled with tears. Hearing Zhang Yi’s words plunged him into an even deeper abyss of despair.

Could it be... that he was really going to die?

Terror engulfed him like an abyss.

But following right behind it was fury, a reckless, wild fury!

I'm about to die anyway, what else is there to fear!

Struggling to his feet, he kicked hard against Zhang Yi’s steel door, intending to hurl a final curse. But because the door was too solid, the impact hurt him so badly he almost passed out.

Zhou Peng no longer cared. Staggering, he ran back up the stairs.

When he returned to their dwelling, his eyes were out of focus. Through a hazy blur, he saw Sun Zhihao heating a knife with a candle blade and preparing to sear his own wound.

"Sssss~"

The sound of burning fat accompanied a rising wisp of blue smoke. Sun Zhihao’s eyes bulged, and even though he bit down hard on a quilt, muffled cries of agonizing pain still escaped him.

He seemed to think this could kill all the bacteria.

Ignorant and pathetic.

"Cousin..."

Wang Min looked at Zhou Peng with a heart full of distress, unsure of how to comfort him.

She knew Zhou Peng wouldn't live much longer. Nowadays, the stench of rotting flesh could be smelled on several people in the room every single day.

Before even drawing their last breath, their bodies were rotting away. The depth of such torment was unimaginable to ordinary people!

Ignoring Wang Min, Zhou Peng rushed straight into the room where Fang Yuqing was being kept.

Seeing Zhou Peng, Fang Yuqing screamed in fright.

"Zhou... Zhou Peng? What are you doing?"

Zhou Peng walked right up to Fang Yuqing, his bloodshot eyes locked onto her.

"Yuqing, are you willing to marry me?"

This pathetic simp, even as his life was nearing its end, still held onto the ultimate wish of marrying Fang Yuqing.

In the apocalyptic wasteland, how laughable yet how lowly this request was.

Fang Yuqing furrowed her brows, deep revulsion filling her eyes.

Subconsciously, she pinched her nose. "No, I'm not willing!"

Zhou Peng’s heart shattered. He had given up so much for Fang Yuqing, even sacrificing his own life.

Yet Fang Yuqing had never, from start to finish, felt even a shred of affection for him.

"No!! You love me, you do love me! I'm going to have you, before I die, I'm going to make you my woman!"

Zhou Peng lost his sanity. He refused to accept that after paying such a heavy price, he would get nothing in return!

If he couldn't have her, he might as well destroy her!

The people outside the room heard the commotion inside, but none of them intervened.

In their eyes, Fang Yuqing was the ultimate culprit who led them to this miserable state, and she deserved to die!

"No, get away from me, you stink so badly, it's disgusting!"

Fang Yuqing screamed curses at him.

"You dare call me stinky?"

Driven mad with rage, Zhou Peng suddenly ripped the bandage off his arm.

By now, his wound was swollen high, turning black and purple, with horrifying pus oozing from it.

He made a hair-raising move: he actually reached into his rotting wound with his bare hand, scooped out a handful of decaying flesh, and shoved it straight into Fang Yuqing's mouth.

"Let you call me stinky! Let you call me stinky!"

Gagging violently in disgust, Fang Yuqing was forced to swallow as Zhou Peng shoved the rotting mess deeper into her mouth.

A grim, hideous smile spread across Zhou Peng’s face. Watching his goddess humiliated and degraded beneath him, an unprecedented wave of sadistic pleasure washed over him.