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With a muffled thud, the short-haired boy was hit as if by a speeding truck. He screamed and flew backward, crashing hard into the wall behind him. He slid to the ground, curled up, and painfully vomited bile, unable to get up for a long time.
This scene terrified everyone else.
The bespectacled nerdy guy instinctively raised the nail gun in his hand, but when he saw Wang Meng's cold gaze sweep over him, all the fat on his body trembled uncontrollably, his finger froze on the trigger, but he didn't dare to pull it.
The pink-haired girl's face turned deathly pale. Her once-proud mind was now completely blank. Data, logic, reasoning... everything was crushed to pieces in the face of this absolute, unreasonable violence.
She could only watch helplessly as her companions were so easily defeated.
"You...what are you going to do?"
The brown-haired girl finally felt a deep-seated fear. Looking into Wang Meng's eyes, which were devoid of any human emotion, her body began to tremble violently.
Wang Meng laughed, a laugh filled with cruel mockery.
He didn't speak, seemingly disdainful of explaining in any language, and completely unable to understand the terrified Japanese.
For him, action is the only and most effective way to communicate.
Before he finished speaking, his hand had already moved.
It was as fast as a blur.
"Tear it!"
A sharp, piercing sound of fabric being torn apart by brute force rang out clearly in the deathly silent fire escape.
That sound was like tearing open a boundary.
For a fleeting moment, a pink bra—a girl's private item—that shouldn't have been there, appeared abruptly and humiliatingly in the air.
The brown-haired girl let out a short, sharp gasp, as if someone had choked her, and even her scream was stuck in her throat.
Her body jolted violently at the sudden intrusion, and she instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, but the hand gripping her wrist felt like a red-hot iron, rendering her unable to move.
Wang Meng's movements were fluid and efficient, without the slightest pause.
His other hand slid down and grabbed the edge of her short skirt.
This time, there was no crisp tearing sound.
There was only a dull thud, accompanied by the soft sound of fabric tearing and a body hitting something.
The dark blue pleated skirt, a symbol of youth and vitality, along with something else, turned into a tattered piece of fabric, falling lightly from her body and landing on the concrete ground at his feet.
This time, the air seemed to truly freeze.
Because what was exposed to everyone was not the ordinary, plain white or solid-colored girl's underwear that they had expected.
Instead, it was a pair of cotton underwear with cartoon patterns that looked incredibly childish and ridiculous.
It was a pair of light yellow underwear with a chubby Winnie the Pooh bear on it, hugging a honey pot and grinning.
The bright colors seemed so out of place, so absurd.
The comical pattern, combined with the girl's sweaty, trembling body that was beginning to show its mature curves, created an indescribable and bizarre contrast, tinged with extreme shame.
Everything happens in a flash of lightning.
When everyone recovered from their shock...
The beautiful young woman who had just been speaking righteously and acting like an embodiment of justice was now standing there stiffly, almost naked.
There were no words, no warnings, only the most direct and brutal actions.
She was about to have all her dignity and protective layers stripped away, one by one, and thrown to the ground.
Before she could even let out a complete scream, her mind went blank from the overwhelming, incomprehensible humiliation and fear.
She instinctively wanted to curl up, to bring her legs together, and to cover her chest with her arms, but her body was too stiff to obey her commands. She could only stand there like a statue stripped of its paint, helplessly and humiliatingly bearing the gaze of everyone.
Just then, a sharp, tearing explosion suddenly rang out!
"boom!"
The chubby, bespectacled nerd who had been clutching the nail gun and trembling with fear finally pulled the trigger under extreme pressure!
A modified steel nail, gleaming with a cold light, carrying all his courage and despair, transformed into a silver thread and shot straight at Wang Meng's face!
This strike, powerful enough to pierce a skull, was so fast it was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye!
However, just inches from his face, Wang Meng's head snapped back at an unbelievable angle, and his entire body shifted half a step to the side as if by magic.
The fatal steel nail grazed the tip of his nose, whistling through the air, and slammed into the wall behind him, leaving only a trembling tail feather behind.
Almost at the same moment he dodged, his large hand that was holding the brown-haired girl loosened its grip as casually as if he were throwing away a piece of trash.
"what!"
The brown-haired girl let out a short gasp, her body suddenly losing its support, and she fell softly and awkwardly onto the cold cement floor.
Wang Meng's figure had already disappeared from the spot!
Like a cheetah locking onto its prey, he left a blurry afterimage in the narrow passage, charging straight towards the bespectacled nerdy guy who had just fired the shot!
The overwhelming, palpable killing intent drained the color from the otaku's face instantly, his legs went weak, and he even forgot to retreat.
"asshole!"
The short-haired boy in the corner also unleashed his last bit of fighting spirit. He endured the excruciating pain in his chest and abdomen, roared, and leaped up from the ground. He lunged at Wang Meng's side and back without regard for anything else, delivering a heavy punch to his lower back!
He chose to attack from both sides with his companions!
However, this is what ordinary people would consider a perfect teamwork.
In front of Wang Meng, however, they acted as childishly as if it were child's play.
Facing the terrified face of the otaku in front of him and the fist coming from the boy behind him, Wang Meng didn't even pause for a moment.
His sprinting speed did not decrease but increased, and just as he was about to collide with the otaku, his hands shot out like lightning!
With a hand as fast as an eagle's claw, he struck first and accurately caught the fist of the short-haired boy behind him. With force from his five fingers, a tooth-cracking sound of bone breaking was heard, and the boy's fist was instantly crushed!
With his other hand, he grabbed the neck of the bespectacled nerdy guy in front of him!
"Uh……!"
"Ahhh!"
Two piercing screams rang out at the same time!
The next second, to everyone's horrified gaze, Wang Meng used only the strength of his arms to lift the two strong, desperately resisting teenagers off the ground like two chicks, their feet off the ground, struggling futilely in mid-air!
Just as the battle on this side was decided, a resolute glint flashed in the intelligent eyes of the pink-haired girl with twin ponytails on the other side.
She saw the nail gun lying not far away; it was their only weapon now!
She gritted her teeth and lunged at the nail gun without hesitation!
But her hand hadn't even touched the cold barrel of the gun.
A beautiful figure moved even faster than her.
Qin Hongmian's figure appeared like a wisp of smoke in an instant beside the pink-haired girl.
With her fingers drawn like a sword, she swiftly and precisely struck an acupoint on the back of the girl's neck before the girl could react.
"Uh?"
The pink-haired girl felt a strange tingling sensation in the spot where she had been touched.
Immediately afterwards, an irresistible numbing sensation spread throughout my body.
Her body stiffened abruptly, her forward-leaning posture frozen in mid-air, and then with a "thud," she fell straight down face-first to the ground. Except for her eyes, which could still move in terror, she couldn't move a single finger.
Wang Meng saw all of this, but he didn't care at all.
He carried the two boys, who were still struggling and cursing desperately in Japanese, and walked step by step toward the fire door that was still being violently rammed.
"let me go!
You devil! "
"Help!
Someone, please save us!
He walked to the door and easily pulled open the heavy lock with his foot.
"Boom!" The door was pulled open a crack.
Outside the door was hell. Countless rotting, twisted, and ravenous faces crowded the entire doorway, while countless stiff, withered arms reached out frantically towards the inside.
The pungent stench of corpses and blood surged in like a tsunami.
Wang Meng's face still held that cold, emotionless expression.
He looked at the two young faces in his hands, distorted beyond recognition by extreme fear, and then tossed them away like two bags of trash.
He flung the door open and threw them violently into the horde of corpses outside.
The force was so great that it even knocked the horde of zombies that had blocked the corridor toward the back staircase.
"No!"
Two desperate, heart-wrenching screams became their last sounds in this world.
The next second, the screams were drowned out by the excited, nauseating roars and chewing sounds of countless zombies.
Fresh blood splattered out like a fountain.
Qin Hongmian and her apprentice, along with the two immobilized Japanese girls on the ground, could only watch helplessly as the two people who were just alive were instantly engulfed by the surging tide of zombies.
They could clearly see their arms torn off, their thighs bitten open, their bellies ripped apart, and their warm entrails and bright red flesh greedily pulled out and stuffed into their rotting mouths by those monsters...
This extremely bloody and cruel scene left their minds blank.
Wang Meng, unhurriedly, admired this bloody "painting" for a full few seconds.
Only when the two boys' bodies were torn beyond recognition, and their screams had become muffled, blood-filled gurgling sounds, did he finally, as if he had grown tired of watching, slowly and forcefully close the heavy fire door again.
"Clang—bang!"
A deafening roar shut out hell.
The passageway fell into a deathly silence once again.
Only the ragged, trembling body on the ground and another figure lying on the ground like a dead fish, whose pressure points had been sealed, silently told the story of what had just happened.