Chapter 22: Counterkill

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The hotel security at the end of the corridor had already been wiped out.

Yet, their screams persisted.

"Ah! Stop hitting me!"

"It's broken!"

"My leg is broken!"

A security guard was pinned to the ground by two zombies, while the table leg he had held in his hand now had a new owner.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

The zombies kept repeating the action of lifting and swinging down.

Just like a farmer chopping wood.

The table leg in its hand was already smeared with blood, and the stench of blood permeating the air made these zombies' expressions even more frenzied.

Zhang Ye's order was simple.

Break their limbs, including the fifth leg.

The desire to eat people vanished from the moment they were captured, replaced by an overwhelming enthusiasm for their work.

Harder!

Even harder!

The man's screams were the best user feedback.

When that lifted right leg finally bent at an odd angle, the two zombies holding the man down instantly lifted his left leg as well.

Similar scenes were happening to everyone, except for Huang Zhigang.

He trembled his lips, unable to speak.

The zombie in front of him was still terrifying, yellowed teeth dripping with black blood, one bite sufficient to rip off a person's facial skin.

But this zombie showed no intention of further attack.

It pressed down on Huang Zhigang's body and remained still.

Until Zhang Ye came over.

"You don't really think I'm a fool, do you?"

Zhang Ye looked at him with contempt, then pointed back at himself and said, "Since I was little people have said I'm smart as hell, I saw through your intentions long ago."

Huang Zhigang now had no desire to listen to him talk, his mind preoccupied with one question.

Why weren't these zombies attacking Zhang Ye?

"You're not human?"

That was the only answer he could think of, but as soon as the words left his mouth, the zombie beside him immediately raised its hand and struck him across the face.

Its sharp nails instantly tore through the skin on his face.

Zhang Ye looked at the zombie with approval and said, "Good! Very perceptive! Such verbal insults to the company leadership must be met with severe punishment!"

Huang Zhigang felt as if his brain had been struck by a hammer, a jumbled mess of thoughts colliding inside his head.

What did Zhang Ye's words mean?

Was he insane?

Or was it himself who had gone mad?

In the midst of chaos, everything seemed to be linking up in an unimaginable direction.

Could it be that these zombies were—

"Looks like you've guessed it."

"Right, they are employees of my company."

Zhang Ye said, even winking, a smug look appearing on his face.

"Hardworking, resilient, and the key point, they don't cost a penny! "

"Just ask yourself, are you envious?"

Huang Zhigang was now speechless.

His eyes were as if entwined with countless red threads.

Veins bulged on his greasy face, and black blood oozed incessantly from the freshly torn wound.

"Aaahhh!"

He lunged at Zhang Ye with a bite, but was blocked by a raised arm from a nearby zombie, who then forcefully pushed him to the ground.

The two zombies standing guard rushed over and started viciously smashing him with a vase.

Huang Zhigang had no chance to resist.

"Crack!"

His head split open.

His limbs were twisted in various directions.

Zhang Ye dropped his mocking facade, stood up, and looked to the other side, where there were a few more people to deal with.

Leading them was the man who had suggested breaking his limbs.

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He couldn't stand up anymore and lay on the ground like a puddle of mud. Seeing Zhang Ye approach, his body immediately began to struggle violently again.

"Oh, still alive?"

Zhang Ye looked surprised and then turned his head to instruct the zombie next to him:

"It seems your work intensity is still not enough!"

"Hurry up and increase the strength!"

Hearing this, the man could no longer contain his fear inside and screamed as he slammed his head into the wall.

There was a loud thud, and his brain burst open.

"Please, I beg you!"

"Spare me, I won't dare again!"

"It was all Mr. Huang who instructed us to do it, really!"

The rest of them were almost all disabled by now. Seeing this, they hastily began to plead for mercy, swiftly pushing all the blame onto Huang Zhigang, who had already died.

"So if he tells you to eat shit, you do it?"

With just one sentence, Zhang Ye made one of the hotel security guards freeze.

His hesitation had already given away his answer.

"He tells you to eat shit you don't go, he tells you to harm people you go?"

"Think I'm a fool to be deceived, huh?"

Zhang Ye looked at this man with disdain and then immediately pointed at him and said to the zombie beside him, "Beat him to death alive, and make it very cruel."

The two zombies that had been standing by immediately started attacking with the legs of a table.

Blood soon splattered everywhere.

Seeing this, the other people quickly changed their tune, "Actually, we initially refused, but Mr. Huang—"

They only got halfway through their sentence before Zhang Ye no longer wished to listen.

"Initially you refused?"

"But later you agreed to harm me together, right?"

"How do you people have no principles at all when it comes to being human?"

"I hate people without principles the most."

"Drag them away."

"Beat them to death alive."

Several more zombie-like creatures pounced, their repressed passion for the job unleashed by the intense smell of blood in the air.

One person reacted quickly and immediately said, "I have principles! I have principles! I never agreed from the beginning to the end!"

But Zhang Ye looked at him with even greater disgust.

"Wage earners have principles?"

"Beat him to death alive."

A piercing scream instantly added to the noise.

For a while, the corridor was filled only with various sounds of wooden sticks hitting human bodies.

Meanwhile, the iron door to the machine room quietly opened a crack, and a pair of tired, yet surprised eyes were looking at the bodies on the ground.

Huang Zhigang and six hotel security guards were already dead, their bodies thrown down from the upper floors.

Zhang Ye once again turned his attention to that door.

"Creak—"

The iron door was slowly pushed open, and a tall figure emerged from behind it, walking inside.

"Bang!"

A wrench slammed hard against his chest.

The figure took a strong hit without making any sound, just stumbling back a few steps.

"Huh?"

The attacker in the dark couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Just then, the door in front was suddenly forced open by a great strength, and two figures burst in, lunging towards the attacker.

Half a minute later, Zhang Ye was staring at the fierce-looking woman on the ground, a bit stunned.

What is going on?

There was a woman in the machine room?

If he hadn't cleverly sent the newly recruited zombie employees in to scout first, he feared his skull would have been cracked open by this madwoman by now.

"Gurgle.

A strange noise suddenly came from in front.

The woman's face seemed to turn red.

She was still staring wide-eyed at the man in front of her, yet the words that came out of her mouth were, "Can you give me something to eat! Don't you have any compassion!"