"Who?" Anthony's steps halted, and he turned his head to look at the person next to him. As he saw the approaching person, his expression instantly turned cold, and his grip on the wooden knife tightened, emanating an aura that warned others to stay away.
Cheryl was also surprised by Anthony's change and curiously looked over. She wanted to see how this man, who remained calm in the face of zombies, suddenly underwent such a drastic transformation.
Within their line of sight was a girl wearing a plain white short-sleeved shirt with a blue bow tie around her neck as an accessory. She wore a Scottish-style red-brown short skirt and flesh-colored stockings that accentuated her slender legs.
The girl had large eyes with delicate eyebrows, but the slightly upturned ends of her eyebrows gave off an aggressive vibe. Her long rectangular face was marred by a prominent nose, and thin lips that hinted at a sharp tongue.
"Anthony, you bastard! So, you ignored my call. It turns out you've found yourself a new woman," Daisy sneered, casting a cold glance at Cheryl beside Anthony. Being subjected to such malicious stares made Cheryl instinctively uncomfortable, and Daisy's remark about "Anthony's woman" made her want to retort. However, seeing Anthony's demeanor, she silently sealed her lips.
This man must have gone through something significant to become like this. Cheryl even intentionally moved slightly closer to Anthony and discreetly flipped her hand behind her back to give Daisy the middle finger.
Seeing Anthony remain silent, Daisy's mocking smile grew wider as she taunted, "You thought you could get away just by staying silent, huh? I won't let you off the hook so easily."
"And what do you want?" Anthony suddenly spoke up, his voice devoid of emotion.
Daisy was taken aback by Anthony's aura, but as she recalled Anthony's submissive behavior in the past, any trace of fear immediately vanished. She continued to exude a domineering air as she said, "It's simple. Kneel down right now and apologize to me. Cut ties with the woman next to you, and hand over the things in your backpack. Then, I'll consider giving you a chance to be my confidant again."
Confidant! "Hahaha!" It seemed like Anthony found something amusing as he suddenly burst into laughter, a chilling tone underlying his amusement.
In his past life, he couldn't see through this woman's true colors. He obediently followed her every whim, even after they had slept together countless times. She still referred to him as a confidant and told him that he was honored to be chosen as a priority candidate for marriage.
After the apocalypse, this woman's true nature became even more despicable. She used the lives of his friends as leverage, forcing him to act as bait to lure a Stage One mutant. This happened countless times until he eventually died in a horde of zombies. Now, hearing the same words again, Anthony found it utterly laughable.
He laughed at himself for only seeing this woman's true colors after living through another lifetime. Fortunately, fate gave him a chance to start over.
"What... What are you laughing at?" Daisy's voice trembled with unease.
The laughter ceased, and Anthony's face no longer looked icy but rather carried a playful expression as he said, "How dare you bitch force me to hand over supplies? Laughable."
"You... You dare to curse at me? Anthony, you ungrateful bastard! I let you sleep with me so many times, and this is how you treat me?" Evan cursed at her, but she never expected Anthony, whom she considered a lapdog, to curse at her as well. In an instant, she exploded with anger and disregarded her own image as she charged towards Anthony, intending to strike his face forcefully.
However, before she could land a blow, she felt her hand unable to make any progress. She strained her neck and realized that a hand was tightly gripping her wrist, and cold, indifferent eyes were fixed upon her.
"What... What do you want to do?" Daisy grew fearful. She had never seen such cold eyes before, eyes that could only be acquired through the baptism of life and death.
Anthony held Daisy's wrist, lifting it slightly without showing any mercy. He calmly said, "It seems you've forgotten that I said, 'Three strikes, and you won't have a chance to hit me in the face a third time.'"
"You..." Daisy wanted to retort, but the situation was dire. Her expression changed, her eyes turned red, and she sobbed softly, pleading, "Anthony, let's reconcile. Take me home, and I'll cook and do laundry for you. I won't mention breaking up again."
Hearing Daisy's words, Anthony trembled slightly, his gaze intensely focused on the woman in front of him. He said in disbelief, "Really?"
"I swear, if I deceive you, I'll have a miserable death," Daisy vowed earnestly. Her tone was soft and gentle, her face filled with a sense of grievance, but inside, she was secretly delighted.
She knew well that Anthony couldn't stand seeing her cry or hearing her speak in a soft manner. This trick almost always worked. Listening to their conversation, Cheryl, being a woman herself, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Although they had only known each other for less than a day, she believed she had some understanding of Anthony. This woman was done for!
Anthony took a deep breath, his gaze turning gentle. He gazed affectionately at Daisy, and his lips gradually drew closer, saying, "Since you put it that way, I want you now..." Before he could finish his sentence, Daisy, who had been wearing a joyful expression, suddenly paled. A sharp pain surged from her left shoulder.
Wide-eyed, she looked down and saw her left arm soaring into the air, blood gushing out uncontrollably from her shoulder like a burst pipe.
"You..."
Anthony kicked Daisy's chest, aiming for her heart, then tilted his head and chuckled, "I've had enough of your lies. Now, I just want you dead!"
Once upon a time, he dreamed that after graduation, he would spend two more years studying and then be together. But that phone call shattered his daydream. If they never crossed paths again, it would have been fine. However, Daisy not only caused the death of his confidante, who silently accompanied him in the survivor camp, but also the death of the brother who entrusted his back to him. Out of anger for his beloved, he would kill the woman, and out of loyalty to his brother, he would kill the bitch. Daisy must die!
"Die..." Daisy's pupils dilated. If her previous feelings towards Anthony were only fear, now it was pure terror, a fear from the depths of her soul. She was still young, and she didn't want to die. Ignoring the pain of her severed arm on her shoulder, she broke out in cold sweat, her face pale, and she forced herself to kneel on the ground. She slammed her forehead against the floor and shouted, "I beg you! Please spare me! I'm still young, I don't want to die!"
"Don't want to die?" Anthony's expression grew even more playful. "Give me a reason not to kill you."
"As long as you spare me, you can do whatever you want with me—maid, whip, wax dripping—anything you desire..." Daisy wanted to say it aloud, but Anthony repeatedly interrupted her.
"That's enough!" Anthony could sense Cheryl's strange gaze as Daisy spoke. "I have no interest in you." Daisy watched as her biggest bargaining chip became ineffective. She trembled all over, her mind racing frantically. How could she satisfy this lunatic's desires? She didn't want to die!
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she spoke again, "I know why you're angry with me. It's Evan. He fooled me, saying he has billions at home and is involved in the oil business with the Camel Nation. I was foolish enough to believe him."
Evan! The moment Anthony heard that name, his pupils contracted. Just as he had suspected, Evan was now with Daisy. And it was very likely that they were together at Daisy's house. So Anthony asked, "Where is Evan now?"
If asked who he most wanted to kill, Daisy would only come in second, with Evan being the first. previous life,When he went out of the camp to search for supplies, his confidante was captured by Evan. When Anthony rushed back, all he saw was a naked body covered in bruises. At that moment, he vowed that Evan must die!