Chapter 8: Good and Evil Are Both Human Nature

At this moment, the zombie's blood-soaked hands were only a few centimeters away from the young woman. It flailed its arms wildly, desperately trying to grab her. Deep, intermittent growls issued from its mouth.

The young woman felt the zombie right in front of her, yet she wasn't bitten. Trembling, she slowly opened her eyes. Staring at the grotesque, terrifying face smeared with blood just inches away, fear almost made her scream again.

Her mouth opened, but she quickly covered it with her right hand. She wasn't stupid; she knew that if she screamed, it might attract more zombies.

Lin Yu glanced at her. This woman wasn’t foolish. Although terrified, she remained clear-headed and showed great determination.

With a sharp "Bang," Lin Yu swung the steel pipe in his hand, unleashing a terrifying force that sent the zombie flying. When it hit the ground, half its head was gone—it was dead beyond doubt.

But the commotion still attracted three or four nearby zombies, all growling and charging forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three swift strikes felled the zombies instantly.

The young woman’s eyes widened—this man was fierce! Inside the glass doors, two gangsters stood dumbfounded. That terrifying monster was taken down by this guy in just a few blows?

"I'll say this one last time—open the door!" Lin Yu shook the blood off his steel pipe and turned to speak coldly. "Three seconds. If you don’t open it within three seconds, I’ll smash this door and toss you all out to the zombies!"

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired man shivered all over. He hurried over, fumbling anxiously to open the door. The hotel’s large glass doors were thick tempered glass, very sturdy; ordinary people without tools or skill could not break it.

But the blond dared not gamble. This ruthless man outside was killing zombies like dogs—he probably could shatter the glass in a few hits.

Within a minute, the glass door opened.

“Come in,” Lin Yu said, looking at the young woman.

She quickly picked up the little girl, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, bowed in thanks to Lin Yu, and hurried inside.

Lin Yu followed closely behind.

“Yellow Dog, are you looking for death? I told you to guard the door—no one else is allowed in!”

Just as they entered the hotel lobby, a roar erupted. The noisy hall fell silent as everyone turned to the entrance.

The blond trembled upon hearing the angry shout. He quickly locked the glass door and then ran over to the shouting man.

That man was burly, radiating menace, with a long, old scar across his face—a knife wound. He was the leader of the gangsters.

When the apocalypse broke out, he was out with his men on the street. As the zombies attacked, they fled in panic into this hotel.

They soon took control of the scene.

The blond, bowing and scraping, whispered to the scar-faced man. Hearing the report, the scar-faced man’s expression grew grave.

His gaze shifted to Lin Yu entering the lobby. Lin Yu walked calmly toward the sofa in the corner, carrying a backpack on his back, two large bags in his left hand, and gripping the bloodied steel pipe in his right.

“Forget it. This guy’s no ordinary person. Let’s not provoke him; as long as he doesn’t bother us, we won’t bother him,” the scar-faced man said thoughtfully. “Quickly, get everyone to hand over all their food and drink.”

He turned to the forty or fifty people in the lobby, his face darkening. “Hand over all your supplies now, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Most of these people were hotel guests and staff, with some having rushed in to seek refuge.

The scar-faced man’s dozen or so men wielded iron bars and other weapons, surrounding the group and rifling through their belongings one by one.

The young woman’s heart tightened seeing this. She hurried toward Lin Yu and sat down on the nearby sofa. Being near this man made her feel safer.

She stole a glance at Lin Yu, only to find him looking right back at her. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly whispered, “My name is Liu Shiyun. Thank you earlier.”

“No problem. It was nothing,” Lin Yu smiled faintly and then took a closer look at the young woman before him.

She was strikingly beautiful, with delicate brows and eyes like a painting, her skin tender and rosy-cheeked like a ripe peach, probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old.

She wore a tight white dress suit that accentuated her full figure—sexy yet elegant. Those two large assets in front were quite eye-catching...

With the immediate danger passed, the young woman regained her usual composure—tranquil, graceful, and full of charm.

Liu Shiyun noticed Lin Yu’s steady gaze and blushed even deeper, turning her head away.

Damn! This woman!

Within Lin Yu, an unnamed fire seemed to kindle. Already awakened with the flame talent and having absorbed dragon blood, his body was often restless with heat.

Seeing the alluring posture of the young woman now stirred a strong impulse.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the fire burning within.

At that moment, laughter erupted.

“Kid, if you don’t hand over food, you can hand over your girlfriend instead, haha...”

Up ahead, the gangsters surrounded the group of forty-plus people, forcing them to surrender any food supplies.

Many couples were just tourists staying here, with no provisions.

The scar-faced man commanded: those who couldn’t provide supplies would be thrown out to feed the zombies.

The crowd dared not protest, though anger simmered beneath.

Any resistance was met with beatings.

In front, a couple couldn’t produce any supplies. When told they’d be thrown out to the zombies, the man immediately offered up his wife.

Her face was pale, but she didn’t resist. If she were cast out, the zombies would surely devour her.

Being used by her husband was far better than becoming zombie food.

When the apocalypse arrived, order collapsed and the law ceased to function, revealing raw human nature.

Good and evil—all are facets of humanity.

“Anyone who dares touch my girlfriend, I’ll fight to the death!” a young man shouted.

He shoved the scar-faced man aside and stood protectively in front of his girlfriend.

“Damn it, you’re looking for death!” the scar-faced man snarled, kicking the youth hard and sending him and his girlfriend sprawling to the ground.

“A-Yu… A-Yu...” the girl struggled to rise and cradled the young man, calling anxiously.

“Cough, cough... I’m fine!” The kick had been fierce, and sweat poured from the youth’s forehead.

“I’m not patient. I’ll give you one last chance,” the scar-faced man said, crouching in front of them.

He slapped the youth’s face. “This woman stays with me, and you... you can survive. She can survive too.”