Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus Chapter 683 - 557: Murderous Intent Aflame (This - is Long~~

But he was constantly experiencing internal condemnation.

Conflict, entanglent.

Yet he still went ahead and did it.

He beca colder and colder, more and more accustod, more and more ruthless.

He had beco a knife in Gan Shang’s hands.

An extrely sharp knife.

Without hesitation, Hai Chao nodded and said to Gan Shang:

"Okay, boss, I will do as you say."

Hearing this, Gan Shang, looking at his most capable subordinate, pulled out a satisfied smile.

But this smile, carrying anger on one side and a stiff smile on the other, looked sowhat eerie.

Hai Chao left the room, and went outside.

Looking at the scorching sky, staring at the sun like fire.

One minute later.

He felt a bit dizzy.

As if he had been in a long dream.

He shook his head, his eyes becoming more determined and resolute.

Since he had chosen this path, since he had chosen this way to survive, then he shouldn’t question right or wrong.

With dozens of people holding firearms, they went to the South District refugee camp.

The refugee camp in South District was full of flies and waste, various mixed slls forming a nauseating stench that stung the eyes.

They brought so food.

Hai Chao spoke to so of the selected managers from the refugees and called all the refugees over.

The managers were mostly robust n, mostly local ruffians.

In this apocalypse, they had turned their lives around.

In the refugee camp, there was a family.

A couple, although withered in appearance, from their actions and manners, they must have been highly educated individuals previously, and they also had a twelve-year-old daughter.

The family’s complexion was sallow; they had struggled through more than a year in this apocalypse when they heard about a safe base nearby and rushed from afar, not expecting it to be a trap.

After entering here.

The walls trapped them.

So people made ladders to climb over the wall.

Seeing people trying to leave, neither the managers nor Gan Shang cared; they even seed to enjoy watching.

Sure enough.

In the river water, there were zombies.

In the fierce splashing of water, accompanied by shrill screams, the few who tried to escape from there died in the river.

The river water turned red.

But no bodies surfaced after a long ti.

They, were completely devoured.

Since then, no one dared to climb over the wall again.

The river outside the wall had beco their nightmare.

A muscular man, bare-chested with a hat, holding a Wolf Fang Club, said to the intellectual family:

"Old He, if it cos to it, just sell your daughter, that way you all can have a way to live."

The man addressed as Old He, trembling his lips, cursed:

"A way to live? Is that a way to live? I, He Shuguang, would rather die than sell my daughter. What kind of world is this, to even have such things!!!"

"Spit, you poor fool. I see how long you can hold up. You just arrived not many days ago, you don’t know the reality yet, don’t worry, ti will teach you how to behave.

That diterranean family yesterday, you saw it, now their bodies are all stiff," said the bare-chested man wielding the Wolf Fang Club.

Having said that, he spat a dry spit towards Old He.

Although they were close to the river, the walls blocked the zombies and also blocked access to the water.

The water supply was controlled by these managers.

At a certain part of the wall, there was an entrance that drew water from the river.

But these managers, to control the refugees, would decide whether to give them water based on their compliance.

After Ju Tianrui and others intervened, the situation had improved a lot, but when they were not around, the managers reverted to their old ways.

This made the refugees, who were originally also refugees, utterly despise these managers.

Old He rubbed his smashed eye.

Seeing people starting to move that way, he hesitated whether to go or not.

Another manager ca up behind him and harshly said: "What are you dallying for? Hurry up and go."

Old He’s eyes burst with anger, wanting to curse, but his wife next to him weakly pulled on his arm.

Old He, reluctantly, understood that although cursing might feel good montarily, offending these managers would certainly lead him to trouble, and he might even get beaten.

He kept his mouth shut and bowed his head.

Looking at his obedient daughter behind him.

Her hair was yellowed, lacking the vitality of a young girl, and her big eyes were filled with traces of hardship.

Her lips, covered in dry, dead skin.

Seeing his daughter like this, his heart ached as if it was being cut by an iron bar.

The pain made it hard for him to breathe.

He felt guilty towards his wife and daughter.

He thought for a while and said to his wife: "Let Keke not go over there, I don’t know what those people are up to."

His wife, exhausted and weak from hunger, said: "Okay, let her hide in this tent."

Then the wife said to Keke: "Don’t go over there, stay here obediently, we’ll be right back."

Keke wasn’t a fool, naturally understanding that her parents were doing this for her good, so she obediently nodded.

Old He slightly covered the tattered tent, and said to Keke peeking out:

"Don’t pop your head out, Gan Shang lately has been looking for young girls, don’t run out. Understood?"