Chapter 177

Chapter 177

In Qingyun City, a girl with teleportation abilities—Jiang Nian was certain it was Xiao Ya without a doubt, because the ultimate attribute of teleportation was spatial displacement.

Depending on the user's will, it could move a certain range of contained space, including but not limited to structures like buildings—contents included.

As for the size, quantity, and distance of what could be transferred, it depended on the Superpowered individual's own strength.

Imagine a house vanishing from its original spot in the blink of an eye, only to appear somewhere else the next second—how insane is that?

In their previous life, with such an ally like Brother Jing, capturing a few people would have been a cakewalk.

But how did Brother Jing manage to persuade Xiao Ya to help?

Could it be because Brother Jing fed the Zombie King, triggering some emotional response that earned its recognition?

Talk about protagonist luck!

"......"

Jiang Nian’s thoughts raced, his mood shifting. In their previous life, Xiao Ya had been infected and mutated—was it her mother who caused it?

Or was it because the fallout from the 1805 incident in their previous life had been handled differently than in this one, leading to her infection for other reasons?

If they had discovered the truth just a moment later back then, they might have witnessed the birth of a Zombie King...

But now, it meant:

They had unintentionally "taken down" a Zombie King!

Right now, Xiao Ya was in custody. If absolutely necessary, they could extract her crystal core, turning her into an ordinary juvenile delinquent under watch, eliminating any potential threat.

But what had happened to Xiao Ya’s parents in their previous life?

Jiang Nian mused aloud:

"Did the Zombie King have any zombies that looked like her family following it? Or perhaps particularly powerful Superpower Zombies?"

"......"

After a pause, Chen Yue replied:

"No... It ruled over the zombies in our area, but it always appeared before us alone."

"......"

Jiang Nian fell silent. This situation likely meant her parents had been taken out, and after being infected, she had fled and hidden. If she truly wanted to escape, who could’ve stopped her?

*Bang!*

*Thud—*

Suddenly, a loud crash came from next door, snapping Jiang Nian out of his thoughts.

This was followed by a woman’s shrieking curses and two enraged, growls that sounded almost zombified—then a fight erupted the next second.

After a moment’s listening, Jiang Nian concluded: the cursing was from Xia Weiwei, while the bone-chilling growls came from her physician and assistant.

It seemed Tang Ji was just like him—getting payback just as fast.

He took out his phone and checked the time—it was past 3 a.m., and dawn would break in another two or three hours.

Chen Yue pleaded again:

"Jiang Nian, kill me, but spare Mom, Dad, and Lin Lin."

Jiang Nian refused without hesitation:

"No. A family sticks together through thick and thin."

"But he's your father! We're still your family, and we haven’t committed any unforgivable sins in this lifetime. If this gets out, you’ll be a murderer!"

Chen Yue looked at his mother, who was speechless and in agony, and lost control of his emotions.

"Goddammit!"

Jiang Nian wasn’t about to indulge his tantrum. He stood up, grabbed a steel pipe, and drove it straight into the wound on Chen Yue’s leg. As Chen Yue screamed in agony and the others let out muffled protests, Jiang Nian calmly retorted:

"Wasn’t it just like this in my past life? But who cared about me then? You know I’m afraid of pain—that’s why I fought so hard to avoid it. But what did you say back then?"

"You taunted me—'If you’re into guys, why fear pain?' 'Why aren’t you scared when you fight?' 'If you’re scared of pain, train harder!' Where the hell was my father then? Now you’re scared to die? Then drop dead!"

If Chen Shanmin had shown even the slightest fatherly concern for him, he wouldn’t have suffered so much. He had begged for help countless times—never once did anyone respond.

"..."

Chen Yue was so furious he began coughing up blood again.

Chen Lin shot him a venomous glare, gritting her teeth, she forced out a few stiff words:

"Then... kill us... now—"

Before she could finish, she accidentally triggered the high-voltage collar around her neck. With a scream, she seized up violently, blood foaming at her mouth.

Chen Xiuling and Chen Shanmin remained silent, their eyes turning feral and bloodthirsty as the infection worsened. Even with the anesthesia still in effect, their fingers began curling into claws.

Soon, they’d be up and hunting for food... Would they go for their daughter first, or their son?

He’d said his piece, asked his questions, and vented enough of his anger. He didn’t enjoy tormenting others for fun.

The resentment and shadows in his heart had dissipated. The rage he’d carried for two lifetimes finally settled. He felt unburdened, satisfied—pushing further would just turn his stomach.

He was a sunny, easygoing college guy with reliable teammates and an incredibly handsome boyfriend. There was no need to disgust himself further.

This was enough. His revenge stopped here. Now it was their turn to tear each other apart.

Jiang Nian pulled the steel pipe from Chen Yue’s leg and tossed it aside—too filthy to bother keeping.

Looking down at the family who had caused his miserable death in his past life, now broken and groveling at his feet, he couldn’t help but think of the saying, "Karma’s a bitch—just took her sweet time."

Removing his mask, he said impassively:

"I keep my word. No more needles, no more games. You always said, 'Drop dead in agony.' Now I’ll grant your wish—but I won’t stoop to doing it myself."

"You... you want us to hurt each other!"

Chen Yue finally realized his plan. The drugs sped up the infection; once Jiang Nian stopped using Purify on them, they would lose all reason, break free, and attack one another until they fully turned into zombies.

Standing at the door, Jiang Nian cast one last glance at the carnage inside.

"How can helping each other as a family be called harm? I'm not as vicious as you—I won't release the zombies outside to let family devour family. You can either eat each other or take turns biting one another. Discuss and decide for yourselves."

Without waiting for Chen Yue's impotent rage or the others' venomous glares, Jiang Nian strode out nonchalantly.

The door closed and was locked from the outside. Jiang Nian let out a heavy exhale. Checking the time—4:44 AM—he found the numbers eerily fitting.

Outside, only Liao Yu and Li Liang remained; Uncle Li and Li Shuhui had already gone upstairs.

The two dramatically recounted to Jiang Nian:

Xia Weiwei had arrived with thirty people by plane, which was shot down near the church. The earlier loud explosion was the sound of the crash.

Due to their equipment, there were no casualties.

Amid the chaos, Xia Weiwei was wounded by a virus-tainted bullet fired by Tang Ji and taken to the basement.

The rest were captured and handed over to Chu Yi, who had just returned after completing his tasks. Half of them were superpowered, but under Tang Ji's superpower, they were rendered useless.

The whole operation took less than half an hour. Now, the ground team was busy sorting through supplies.

Having lurked in the church for so long, the stash was substantial. Aside from daily necessities and medicine, the twisted doctor's experimental records were critically important—not just for research but also as evidence revealing internal factional stances within the S Base.

Submitting these to the central authorities could curb the S Base's overreach and prevent them from brazenly violating human experimentation, a forbidden zone.