In a room, there was a woman lying on the soft bed.
She has a beautiful face, smooth skin, and delicate facial features. Her body with just the right proportions is like a sand clock shape, sexy is what anyone would think looking at her, provided that they ignore the dense scars all over her body.
Except for the face, there is no clear skin left on the woman's body.
Then, a fist hit her in the face too.
There was a bang and blood splattered everywhere. The woman shook her body, but there was no expression of pain on her face.
Compared to the pain she suffered during this period, this punch was nothing. Although her eyes were open, she didn't seem to be conscious. That's probably what the walking dead term is all about.
The naked man slowly took down his fist, his joints stained with scarlet. Looking at the woman's swollen and deformed face, happiness rolled through his body like hot water, stretching every pore in his body.
This is such a joy.
The rich miss who used to look down on him completely, standing tall and with a face full of arrogance whenever she came to the bar, is now right under his crotch.
"And you."
The man grabbed the woman's head and forced her to face another person in the room. - A young man tied up in a cage, who is also her fiance.
He was also beaten badly, but he still retained consciousness. This was done deliberately, so that he could see with his own eyes what kind of humiliation his fiancee was suffering. And looking at those hatred filled eyes, the man really felt his heart float to cloud nine.
"This apocalypse is so damn good." The most sincere gratitude emerged from the man's heart.
If it weren't for the apocalypse, how could he, the most petty thug in the night club, turn over one day and ride on his former masters?
Unfortunately, the torture seems to have gone too far recently, and the women has become unresponsive now.
"Should I just beat her to death?' he wondered.
Anyway, he can catch other people. Although those people didn't look down on him like this girl, isn't it natural that the strong decide the fate of the weak?
He has always lived by this motto, so when he was weak he licked the rich and powerful, but now that he becomes the stronger one, he will naturally want to enjoy his authority.
With this thought, another fist fell, and the woman's body trembled slightly. It was unclear whether it was the woman's own reaction to pain and fear, or the natural tremor caused by the blow to her body.
"Click…"
Then, just as the next heavy punch aimed at the woman's eyes was about to land again, the door suddenly opened.
"Vicky Bhai, it's not good."
The one who entered the room was a young man with a shaved head. He suddenly rushed in and shouted, which almost made the motto thing that the man was about to finish wither.
A burst of anger suddenly burst out in 'the man' Vicky's eyes, but he also knew that if there was no emergency, the young man would dare not disturb his fun time.
He slapped the woman one last time, took the clothes and sat up from the bed.
Looking at the stumbling young man, Vicky's heart became more and more angry. "If there is something, tell me quickly."
"There is a..."
Before the young man could finish his words, bright ice crystals fell from the sky, and he was split into two, revealing Damian standing behind him. His cold eyes fell on the man, nicknamed vulture Vicky, and he showed a meaningful smile.
Vulture's eyelids twitched, and he could tell that the intruder was definitely a powerful master.
'Fuck.' It was at this moment he knew, he fucked up.
All his equipment was placed beside the bed, and the clothes in his hands were just ordinary clothes.
No equipment, no weapons, nothing could be worse.
And from the other party's eyes, he could read extremely strong resentment.
But why? Who is he?
I don't remember his face at all, I'm sure I've never offended him.
'Is it because of this bitch and that little beast? Is he here to rescue them?' Apart from the two people being abused by him, Vulture could not think of any second possibility.
Thinking of this, Vulture pulled the woman up in front of her and strangled her neck with his hands.
He had mutilated these two people into what they were now, and their minds & bodies were already on the verge of collapse.
Since this guy is here for these two people and he is holding the woman's life hostage, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.
"Swish!"
However, a sudden ice pick broke the vulture's fantasy. The woman's head was penetrated, and blood flowed, instantly dyeing the bed scarlet.
The vulture was immediately stunned.
This...what's going on?
Why?
Why can this guy take a woman's life without hesitation?
Didn't he come here because of these two people?
Damian slowly approached his old partner without saying a word.
"Brother, please tell me if you have anything to say. Where have I offended you? Or do we have something you want here? Tell me. If I can help, I will definitely give up my everything for you."
As the vulture spoke, he mentally calculated the distance between the two sides.
Yesterday, he upgraded his level to level 4, with three free attribute points. Two of them were added to agility. In addition, he also gained unarmed combat skill. So even if he has no weapon in his hand, he is not without a fighting chance.
As long as the distance is close enough, he is confident enough to kill Damian.
The vulture remained defenseless, watching as Damian kept walking towards him.
Closer, a little bit more, just one more step.
The vulture urged in his heart. And finally, when Damian walked to the bedside, he didn't even take a second to hesitate.
The vulture rose up and attacked, his right hand covered with a layer of sharp airflow. Like an invisible dagger held in his palms.
However, before the raised hand fell, a snapping sound was heard in his ears, his vision was shaken, and blood and teeth spurted out of his mouth.
"Urghh" Driven by the huge force, the vulture flew up from the bed until hitting the wall with a loud sound.
Besides the pain, the vulture was confused and could not recall what had just happened.
Was he beaten?
Was it a punch or a slap?
But who beat him? A ghost?
Did this intruder even raise his hand?
Totally no idea.
He didn't see anything, he didn't notice anything, except that he suddenly received a heavy blow on his face, and then flew out.
"tap tap"
A pair of boots came into his view. The vulture's gaze slowly moved up and met Damian's cold eyes.
This is an absolutely unstoppable powerhouse.
"You, what do you want, why did you do this, if it's materials you need, I can give you all, please spare my life, please..."
"If it's supplies I'm after, won't they still be mine, after I kill you."
Damian's cold words brought the vulture's plea to an abrupt end.
He looked like a duck with his mouth wide open but couldn't make a sound. It was a completely different face and expression, than what he was showing off, when he had power in bed just now.
"You know, it's been hard for me to control my emotions recently. I always feel so _ angry.
I think it must have something to do with that guy Arthur, but I can't find him now.
So I have nowhere to vent my anger.
And if I just keep on suppressing it, some problems may arise sooner or later.
I think you should be able to understand that feeling right, it's just like your sexual desire. Hard to hold back."
"Yes, yes, you are right."
Vulture couldn't understand what Damian was talking about at all. He didn't know who Arthur was, or what any of that dialogue meant, but that didn't stop him from agreeing with it.
As said before, his motto comes into play, when you're weak, lick the strong.
Damian nodded his head and gave a warm smile, soon the vulture also laughed together. The scene looked just like two friends hanging out together and laughing at old jokes.
Could it be possible to survive now?
Before Vulture's hopeful thought ended, he already got the answer, No.
Damian turned his hand over and hit the vulture's leg with the back of his sword, causing his calf to twist and bend backwards.
The vulture coughed instantly, and burst out with miserable screams and tears.
"I was originally going to chop you up with a knife, a one hit sure fire kill. Giving no chance for you to turn over, run hide and survive.
But that didn't seem to allow me to vent my anger, so I changed my mind."
Damian put the sword on the vulture's neck, and the cold air that penetrated his skin stopped him from crying like a wailing ghost.
"I'll give you a minute, run. Run for your life."
(Wait, why am I reading the last sentence in Kendrick Lamar's voice? Everybody say ov hoe, now step this way… okay, that's too much internet for a day. Adios readers.)