You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 81 From now on, you have no names, only numbers.

Police Superintendent?

Screw the Police Superintendent!

Xu Lin took one last look at the three people outside, their bodies torn open and eviscerated, his eyes utterly cold.

Since no one else was playing by the rules, why should he be constrained by his status?

The roaring noise rose again.

The wild beast raced down the road.

Any obstacle in its way would be mercilessly crushed, smashed, turned into part of the bloody debris filling the sky.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed, and the mall had completely turned into a hell on earth.

The eight-story building, from top to bottom, now had no sign of life left, just endless haunting groans echoing inside.

When the news from the mall was brought back to the villa district by Wang Hu, the last glimmer of hope in Zheng Youcai and Chen Bingjiang's hearts was utterly extinguished.

They now looked almost unrecognizable compared to before.

Their greasy hair was filled with dust.

Their delicate shirts were riddled with holes.

Continuous high-intensity work for more than ten hours had pushed everyone's bodies to the limit, and the dire news of the mall's total defeat had completely broken their mental defenses.

Chen Bingjiang, who had originally planned to lie low and wait for an opportunity, suddenly aged a decade, almost collapsing to the ground.

Zhou Dayong quickly summoned all his strength to support his boss's body.

During work hours, sitting down on the ground was not allowed.

Otherwise, the overseer's whip—

To be precise, the willow branches plucked from the trees in the villa district, soft and flexible yet extremely resilient, quickly became the standard issue for overseers following a strong recommendation from Hou Daping of the transportation team.

"Snap!"

Zheng Youcai's face suddenly stung from a sharp pain as he was jerked out of his daze.

The burning sensation instantly brought him back to his senses.

He saw the overseer in front of him glaring with bloodshot eyes, the willow branch in his hand raised high, seemingly ready to strike again.

He quickly grabbed the shovel and started digging frantically, causing the overseer to look away.

Zhao Quan quietly moved closer.

"President Zheng, we can't go on like this."

"We will die of exhaustion at this rate."

Zheng Youcai's expression was bitter; he knew very well that this was tantamount to waiting for death.

But what could he do?

Rebel?

He looked around at the people nearby; almost everyone was as tired as him, either digging like him or lying sprawled on the ground, savoring the rare rest.

His former subordinates had lost the ability to resist.

Every ounce of their energy was being completely drained by the rules set by Zhang Ye on this construction site, with not a bit spared.

Even Chen Bingjiang's underlings, who had once been as fierce as wolves, now looked like they were on their last breath.

This was not about conditions.

It was torture.

Zhang Ye was using this method to warn everyone about the consequences of offending his territory.

A gaunt-faced man suddenly threw down his tools, roared with rage "I'm going to fight it out with you," and lunged at the nearby overseer.

He was once one of these people, but now he was the guillotine hanging over everyone's head.

"Brothers!"

"We will all die if we keep going like this!"

"Better to fight them, we might still find a way out!

The man struggled with the overseer, calling out to his comrades. Soon, some began to waver, brandishing their shovels and striking at the other overseers.

But before they could even climb out of the pit, more than a dozen uniformed security guards had already poured in from the residential area.

They moved very quickly.

In an instant, they subdued all the rebelling slaves.

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One by one, security guard zombies, strong and robust, waved their steel pipes and wooden clubs as they charged into the crowd, beating anyone they saw until there was no one left standing in their sight.

Chen Bingjiang and Zheng Youcai had already ducked down with their heads in their hands, and they didn't even dare to lift their eyelids.

Footsteps quickly approached.

"Whose men are causing the trouble?"

The voice came from above, and the speaker seemed to be right in front of them.

Zhang Ye looked down at the man on the ground and asked.

Before Zheng Youcai could speak, Chen Bingjiang had already lifted his head, saying with a face full of eagerness to please:

"It's him!"

"I saw it very clearly!"

"The person causing the trouble was one of Zheng Youcai's men!"

As he spoke, he feigned hesitation, his eyes rolling around before he shamelessly added:

"And I also saw Zhao Quan talking with that person."

"Really, just half an hour ago."

Zhao Quan, kneeling behind Zheng Youcai, couldn't hold back upon hearing this and cursed:

"You fat bastard!"

"Don't spout lies!"

"When the hell did I talk to him!"

Chen Bingjiang, however, didn't look at him at all, and continued to squeeze out a smile as he looked at Zhang Ye and said:

"Director Zhang, look, this kid is panicking!"

"He's panicking!"

Zhou Dayong, a few spots away, also immediately spoke up to back up his boss:

"Right, right, I saw it too!"

"It was Zhao Quan who incited him. Otherwise, how would that kid have the guts to rebel?"

With his joining in, the two groups instantly began cursing at each other, but Zhang Ye had not made a sound to stop them from the beginning to the end, just watching this dog-eat-dog scene unfold in front of him.

He watched Zhao Quan and Zhou Dayong, who were leading the quarrel, his gaze flickering.

He had underestimated the influence of Zheng Youcai and Chen Bingjiang over others. Even as defeated prisoners, there were still people speaking up for the two of them.

As he was thinking, suddenly a few barks came from the distance.

Two zombie dogs ran back, dragging a man behind them who was still struggling.

The man was covered in wounds and was nearly mutated.

Someone quickly recognized him.

"I've seen him before!"

"This guy hangs around with Chen Bingjiang!"

Chen Bingjiang, who was originally smug, went pale in an instant and looked at the man on the ground with incredulous eyes.

In that moment, he felt an impulse to rush over and tear the corpse to pieces with his own teeth.

Why did you have to run for no reason?

Running is one thing, but why the hell didn't you call me?

The key thing is that you got caught red-handed, dragged back like a dead dog!

You're really like a goddamn curse!

Zhao Quan, who had been at a disadvantage, suddenly felt triumphant, pointing at the body on the ground and asking: "Chen, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

Just as the two groups looked like they were about to start cursing again, Zhang Ye suddenly clapped his hands.

Everyone instantly fell silent.

His gaze swept over the body on the ground, then glanced at the few men who had been beaten black and blue, and finally rested on Zhao Quan and Zhou Dayong, who had been leading the argument.

"What are your names again?"

Both men were about to answer when they saw Zhang Ye already smiling and continuing:

"Never mind, it's not important."

"After all, you'll no longer have names, only numbers."

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