Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food
Chapter 280 - 143: Killing at the Doorstep, Life and Death Crisis_2

Chapter 280: Chapter 143: Killing at the Doorstep, Life and Death Crisis_2

"I always considered myself to be a law-abiding citizen. On the rooftop, I was treated like a slave by Liu Erlong and his gang."

"I really don’t know what I did to offend you. Please point out my mistakes, and I’ll correct them immediately."

He looked sincere, as if he were genuinely apologizing.

Liang Yuan smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his expression.

He shook his head slightly and sighed, "Zheng Guoqiang, right? I remember you. Back then, I specially brought you and a group of other old folks down from the rooftop. I thought you would have some courage to confront Liu Erlong."

"I didn’t expect you guys to escape directly to Unit Three."

"But escaping is fine. You just reappeared after I killed Liu Erlong."

While speaking, Liang Yuan walked into the house.

When he reached Zhou Qin’s corpse, he pulled out the rebar that was lodged in her head.

"You begged me to save your niece, Zheng Yuanyuan. Did you really think I didn’t know you were trying to use me to deal with Wang Ze?"

"Although Wang Ze’s gang is detestable, cunning old foxes like you are also annoying."

"Zheng Guoqiang, I killed your niece, Zheng Yuanyuan. Do you hate me?"

As Liang Yuan spoke, he was just a few steps away from Zheng Guoqiang.

Zheng Guoqiang’s face was pale, filled with despair.

His voice trembled, "No... no, Mr. Liang, I absolutely do not hate you."

"I know, Yuanyuan’s death was her own fault. I’ve never blamed you."

Zheng Guoqiang pleaded, his face full of desperation, "If you’re worried that I hold a grudge against you because of this, you’ve really misunderstood me."

Liang Yuan looked at his expression and couldn’t help but remark, "Honestly, with your acting skills, before the great flood, you could have been called a veteran actor in the entertainment industry."

"If I hadn’t just heard you discussing your plan, I might have believed you."

Zheng Guoqiang’s face suddenly changed!

He couldn’t believe that their conversation at the dinner table had been overheard by him.

How could that be possible?

There was a wall between them, and their voices weren’t very loud.

Thinking this, he assumed Liang Yuan was testing him.

He immediately denied, "Mr. Liang, I swear I’ve never said anything about you behind your back. Just ask them if you don’t believe me."

He pointed at Fu Xingwen and his son.

Fu Xingwen and his son shuddered, and the son, Fu Tiao, already terrified, fell to his knees, continually kowtowing to Liang Yuan.

"Mr. Liang, please spare me, please spare me."

"I don’t know anything; I have nothing to do with this."

"I’ve never done anything bad. I haven’t robbed or harmed anyone."

He cried and begged for mercy.

Meanwhile, Fu Xingwen’s fear gradually turned into calm.

His face was dark, filled with anger, regret, and confusion.

He asked in a trembling voice, "How did you know we were here?"

Liang Yuan glanced at him and laughed, "You’re so dumb. You hold a grudge against me, and you still dare to watch the commotion at the greenhouse?"

"Watching is one thing, but you had the guts to make sarcastic comments in the crowd?"

"When we were hunting the Mutant Cat, you set me up. I almost forgot about it."

"I didn’t expect you to make yourself known again."

"Just bad luck on your part."

While speaking, Liang Yuan grabbed the rebar and walked toward Fu Xingwen.

Regret and remorse flashed across Fu Xingwen’s face.

If only he had kept his mouth shut in the crowd.

He never anticipated such a minor comment to expose his identity.

Filled with regret, he knew it was too late.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Liang Yuan, this has nothing to do with my son."

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"You can kill or torture me. Just don’t touch my son."

He looked at Liang Yuan, prepared to face death.

"Woosh—"

A sudden gust of wind, the sound of something tearing through the air.

Liang Yuan swung the rebar.

Bang!

Fu Tiao, who was kneeling on the ground, had his head struck by the rebar.

With a bang, his head burst open, and blood splattered all over Fu Xingwen’s face.

Fu Xingwen was momentarily stunned.

Liang Yuan’s figure blurred, and the rebar pierced through Fu Xingwen’s chest with a swoosh.

The force sent him flying back.

With a bang, Fu Xingwen was pinned to the wall.

"Ah—"

He screamed in pain, but the scream pulled at his wound, lowering his cries.

Eyes wide, he glared at Liang Yuan and then at the bloody mess of his son.

Liang Yuan’s face was expressionless as he said, "You thought you were something when you set me up back then."

"But now, speaking such naive words, did you really believe I would spare your son after killing you?"

"Zheng Guoqiang lost a niece and harbored a grudge, joining forces with you."

"Do you think your son wouldn’t hate me for killing his father?"

"In this post-apocalyptic world, living is painful enough. The two of you can keep each other company on your journey to the afterlife."

Liang Yuan took a step forward, grabbed the rebar, and pulled it out with a swoosh.

"You... you won’t die a good death..."

Fu Xingwen coughed up blood, cursing intermittently.

Liang Yuan chuckled, "Won’t die a good death? I’ve saved the residents of buildings 75, 76, and 77. Not fewer than three hundred, if not five hundred."

"And you?"

Fu Xingwen’s eyes bulged, wanting to speak, but his brain, struggling due to a punctured lung, was desperately gasping for breath.