"You... are you planning to rob us?"
Zhang Yang's demeanor remained unruffled.
He spoke calmly, his eyes briefly scanning the Mohican-headed Black Demon Society members.
His crimson gaze carried an inexplicable sense of authority, causing an undercurrent of unease among the group.
Due to his evolved abilities far exceeding the current average, as long as he refrained from revealing his aura or encountering a psychic-type, Zhang Yang appeared indistinguishable from a regular human.
The members of the Black Demon Society, standing before him, had no clue that they were facing a Fifth-Stage Undead King and a Third-Stage Undead King—beings capable of easily annihilating them.
They simply saw two careless fools, captured and about to meet their demise.
Thus, the Mohican leader, upon meeting Zhang Yang's gaze, first appeared slightly stunned, before shaking his head in disdain.
"Ha, just a brat. Why should I be afraid of him?"
Without hesitation, he pressed a blade to Zhang Yang's neck, glaring with fury, his voice dripping with menace.
"Kid, I'd advise you to cooperate, or your head won't be yours to keep!"
He then signaled to his two subordinates, his eyes narrowing.
"A-Liu, Da-Zhuang, go check the back of the truck!"
"Got it, boss!"
As the Mohican leader's trusted aides, A-Liu and Da-Zhuang were eager to comply.
Supplies were growing scarcer at their base, and they hadn't had a drink or a smoke in days—they were desperate for some relief.
One of the two individuals they'd stopped seemed unremarkable, but the other clearly had the air of a wealthy young man.
In the apocalypse, even looking so well-groomed suggested he was well-supplied.
The rear of the truck seemed to be sagging under the weight of its contents—likely full of the young man's belongings, with cigarettes, alcohol, and sugar all but guaranteed.
This would be the perfect opportunity for some indulgence—Ah, bliss!
A-Liu and Da-Zhuang already began fantasizing about their forthcoming carefree days, greed and lascivious smiles creeping onto their faces.
The other members of the Black Demon Society shared similar thoughts, eagerly anticipating what treasures lay in the truck.
Zhang Yang observed the entire scene without a word of objection.
"Boss, we're opening it!"
A-Liu and Da-Zhuang reported back, and with the watchful eyes of the Black Demon Society members, they opened the truck doors.
Screech—
The metal doors of the truck slowly creaked open with a shrill, piercing sound, and the true contents of the truck were finally revealed.
However, the excitement from earlier suddenly died away.
The few members positioned at the back of the truck stared wide-eyed, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
Gone was their earlier arrogance and anticipation, replaced with utter shock and terror.
It was as though they had seen something capable of silencing the cries of an infant in the dead of night.
An eerie silence filled the air.
Suddenly, A-Liu and Da-Zhuang, growing impatient, called out.
As they had positioned themselves around the truck, their view had been obstructed by the open doors, so they hadn't seen the inside of the truck immediately.
Unable to contain their curiosity, they asked the others.
"Hey, why is everyone silent? What's so great inside? Tell me and Da-Zhuang!"
As they spoke, A-Liu and Da-Zhuang secured the doors and moved back to the truck's rear.
Confused, they peered inside.
The spacious cargo bay, large enough to fit an SUV, was not filled with the supplies they had hoped for.
Instead, there was only a monstrous, five-meter-long black scorpion, its tail needle sharp, pincers enormous, exuding an aura of death and destruction.
On its back, a mass of scorpion larvae writhed, struggling and crawling in every direction.
It was the Third-Stage Corrupt Toxic Giant Scorpion—The Scorpion Queen!
"Damn!" A startled cry echoed.
The Black Demon Society members were jolted out of their stunned stupor, weapons raised and abilities activated as they attacked, urgently reporting to the Mohican leader.
"Boss, there's a giant scorpion in the truck!"
At the same time, one of the subordinates who had entered the driver's cabin noticed the two-meter long war cleaver resting against the seat back.
He immediately shouted, "We've got a situation!"
The two cries were nearly simultaneous.
Upon hearing the commotion, the Mohican leader instantly realized the severity of the situation and acted swiftly.
"This is bad! No time to waste!"
Without hesitation, he commanded, "Attack!"
In an instant, the dozen or so members of the Black Demon Society, encircling the area, charged at Zhang Yang, aiming to strike first.
But it was a futile attempt, akin to throwing eggs at a rock.
"Apologies, you are the prey."
Leaning casually against the truck, Zhang Yang observed the approaching Black Demon Society members, his tone indifferent as he issued orders to the Blade and the Scorpion Queen.
"End this swiftly."
And so, both the Blade and the Scorpion Queen, eager for bloodshed, were unleashed in a massacre, cutting down all who stood in their way.
"Die!" A burly man wielding a fire axe, muscles bulging, swung with all his might, aiming to cleave the Blade in half from head to toe.
The burly man was a strength-type evolver, whose blow had felled many zombies and enemies alike, a move that had never failed.
But today, he was facing the Third-Stage Undead King, the Blade.
Drawing the war cleaver from behind the seat with effortless grace, the Blade didn't even bother to block the strike; instead, he countered with a powerful slash.
Clang!
The deafening sound of metal striking metal rang out.
The fire axe, already dulled, was effortlessly severed by the war cleaver forged from fine steel.
The burly man's immense strength was like a fly against a giant—powerless before the Third-Stage Undead King.
Swish—
The blade flashed by, and without a pause, the burly man was sliced in half, his body falling to the ground in two pieces, blood splattering.
One strike.
One of the Black Demon Society's more formidable members was instantly killed.
The remaining members of the Black Demon Society, witnessing the grisly sight, were frozen in terror.
They recognized Zhang Yang and the Blade's identities.
"You... you're zombies?!"
Unbelievable cries echoed through the industrial park.
A Third-Stage Giant Scorpion, a Third-Stage Undead King, and above them, a wealthy Undead King capable of commanding them all!
At that moment, the Mohican leader and the Black Demon Society members finally understood the horrifying power they had provoked.
Without another thought, the Mohican leader issued a new command.
"Run!"
Then, with terror written all over their faces, the Black Demon Society members made a desperate attempt to flee, putting every ounce of strength into their escape, wishing they had more legs to run faster.
But it was too late.
The Scorpion Queen and the Blade, two Third-Stage mutated beasts, were unstoppable.
With a sweep of the war cleaver, the last two members of the Black Demon Society had their heads lopped off, their bodies crashing to the ground, heads spinning in a blur as they fell.