Sister Nan's Combat Strength is Unknown, But It's Probably Only a Tiny Bit Stronger

184: They can also feed chickens and horses and shovel horse manure. How lucky they are!The escaping Deng Kui was surrounded by a group of doctors and experts dressed in tattered clothes. ”What are you doing? Do you no longer care about your families’ lives?”

Deng Kui retreated, pulling out a dagger and warily watching his surroundings. He never dreamed that these doctors and experts, who were usually scared to death of him, would now all be holding scalpels with fierce, malicious expressions as if they wanted to eat him alive, rapidly closing in on him.

”You beast, give me back my son’s life!”

”I want revenge for my tragically murdered daughter; she was only six years old!”

”Finally, this day has come. Grandson, Grandpa is going to avenge you now, and then I’ll go down to join you.”

”Ah— Kill him— Chop him up—”

All the white-clothed figures raised their scalpels and rushed at Deng Kui like madmen, stabbing him again and again, venting all the hatred they had accumulated over these days. It seemed as though this would allow their children to rest in peace below, and as though their own souls could find redemption— ”Ah, beast, beast, beast—”

Those people went mad, crying, shouting, feeling joyful and relieved.

Deng Kui had long since been hacked beyond recognition. His fashionable coat hung in tatters on his body as the sharp scalpels sliced into him repeatedly. Every cut was deep enough to see bone, every cut was the pleasure of a relative’s revenge, and every cut was a redemption for their own souls.

It was this beast who had turned these white-clad angels, meant to save lives and heal the wounded, into the executioners of survivors struggling in this Apocalypse. Every minute and every second, they suffered the scorching of their souls, yet they were forced to commit such bestial acts.

They deserved to die, but Deng Kui deserved it even more. Now, finally, the cycle of karma had turned, and someone more powerful had come to deal with this beast. It was truly gratifying.

Deng Kui had long been unable to move. He was held up by his collar by three people in white coats, hanging in mid-air as he was stabbed repeatedly by the crowd for at least seven or eight minutes.

But it didn’t matter; he had killed so many people that he had already gotten his money’s worth.

Among these commoners, several had been killed by him because he was young, strong, and had some martial arts skills, leaving these commoners with no room to fight back.

It was just—dying like this—he was so unwilling.

Originally, he had developed human experimentation so that he could obtain some kind of Supernatural Ability, gaining a heaven-defying power that ordinary people could not possess. That way, he could be the sole power, doing whatever he wanted and ruling the world.

He wanted to ensure that nothing in this world could ever bind him again, that neither cold weapons nor firearms could do anything to him. But when he saw the test subjects suffering immense pain and dying one after another, he became afraid.

He was afraid of failure, afraid that he too would lose his life.

It wasn’t until a week ago, when One Black and One White successfully fused the zombie virus with gene-modifying drugs and developed Supernatural Abilities, that he saw hope. It reignited his aspirations.

He immediately ordered an increase in the intensity of the experiments, kidnapping more and more teenagers for testing to quickly develop a Supernatural Ability drug suitable for him without side effects. He felt he was about to become the master of a unified world— ”Ah!” He regretted it. He should have injected the drug, he should have tried. Perhaps the ones possessing powerful Supernatural Abilities now wouldn’t be those two useless pieces of trash, One Black and One White, but him.

Finally, Deng Kui used all his strength to roar out his resentment and his short life before closing his eyes.

Puchi! His eyes, which had just closed, were stabbed by a knife. The sharp, intense pain brought him back to life, but his eyes could no longer see; there was only darkness before him. Was he really going to die this time?

”You commoners—even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you off—Ah!”

He thought it would end like this, that he could finally die and go to the Nine Nether Hell to settle accounts with Yama. But someone refused to let him die. He clearly heard the sound of the scalpel entering his flesh—soon, there was also the sound of internal organs being torn. After that, what else was there?