NOVEL WEB Chapter 25: Chapter 25: First Kill
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Zhao Yan took out the fire axe from his storage space. He moved stealthily, approaching the two men from behind. His hand, gripping the axe,
Zhao Yan took out the fire axe from his storage space. He moved stealthily, approaching the two men from behind. His hand, gripping the axe, was sweating due to nerves. After all, Zhao Yan had never killed anyone before; it was normal to be nervous.
As Zhao Yan reached behind them, he slowly raised the axe, about to strike one of them. The other man, as if sensing something, suddenly turned his head.
"Damn it! Brother, look out!" The man who turned around saw Zhao Yan raising the axe and let out a startled shout. This shout made Zhao Yan's descending axe miss its target and instead strike the ground nearby. The other man also spun around, startled by the sudden sight. However, he quickly reacted and, together with his companion, lunged at Zhao Yan.
The three instantly became entangled in a struggle, but Zhao Yan's physical attributes now far surpassed those of an ordinary person. Based on his current stats, Zhao Yan's physical capabilities were at least 1.5 times that of a normal adult male, both in strength and reaction speed. The three, grappling with each other, quickly tumbled to the ground, rolling down the stairs to the next floor. The fire axe in Zhao Yan's hand slipped out and fell away.
"Little brother, this guy's too strong! Stab him with the dagger!"
Zhao Yan's heart tightened when he heard that. They had daggers. Even with his high attributes, he wasn't immortal; a stab to a vital point would still be fatal. At this moment, Zhao Yan completely unleashed his body's full potential. Relying on his superior strength, Zhao Yan suddenly flipped over, pinning both men beneath him, preventing them from drawing their daggers. Then, Zhao Yan grabbed one man's hair and violently slammed his head into the ground. With his superhuman strength, it only took two blows for Zhao Yan to knock the man unconscious.
With only one left, he was even less of a match for Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan easily choked the man unconscious with his arm.
After dealing with both men, Zhao Yan slowly got up, his body still trembling uncontrollably from the life-or-death struggle. After calming down for a moment, Zhao Yan knelt down and removed the masks the two men wore to protect against the cold. They were Wu Liang and Wu De, two brothers from the 5th floor of Wang Ziying's building. He hadn't expected these seemingly honest brothers to do such a thing. How long has the apocalypse even been going on? And human nature has already degenerated to this extent?
Zhao Yan stood up and retrieved the fallen fire axe. As Zhao Yan raised the axe, preparing to finish them off, he noticed the window nearby, letting in gusts of cold air. He slowly lowered the axe. After a moment of pause, Zhao Yan delivered another hand chop to the back of each man's head, then threw them both out the window.
Outside, snow was falling heavily, and the complex residents were mostly tucked away in their beds. No one noticed two grown men being thrown from an upper floor. The two landed on the thick snow, creating two large indentations without making much noise. Soon, the indentations were completely covered by the continuously falling snowflakes.
As for why Zhao Yan didn't use the axe to kill them directly, it was because Zhao Yan had never killed before. Personally chopping two people to death with an axe was still something Zhao Yan found hard to do. So he chose this method, but in such cold weather, being thrown from an upper floor into the snow effectively meant their demise.
After all this was done, Zhao Yan leaned against the wall and sat down. Even with this method, it was still Zhao Yan's first time killing. Psychologically, Zhao Yan was having trouble adjusting. He needed to alleviate and process these negative emotions. In the apocalypse, facing such situations was truly not as simple as he had imagined—it wasn't just about decisive killing or being cold-blooded. Unless one was a natural psychopath, a normal person couldn't immediately kill without any feeling or discomfort.
After sitting for about ten minutes, Zhao Yan slowly stood up. Taking a few deep breaths, Zhao Yan quickly walked towards Wang Ziying's home. Given this unexpected situation, Zhao Yan had changed his plans; he would bring Wang Ziying and Fang Qingzhi to his place today. Although human nature could degrade in the apocalypse, Zhao Yan hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Many people had coveted the beauty of these two women before the apocalypse, but they were restrained by normal social order and the threat of law. Now, with temperatures plummeting and continuous heavy snow turning residential complexes into isolated islands, it was hard to guarantee that no one else would harbor the same intentions as the Wu Liang and Wu De brothers.
He knocked on Wang Ziying's door. Soon, Wang Ziying's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Zhao Yan."
The door quickly opened, and Wang Ziying looked at Zhao Yan with a smile. "Come in quickly, you must be freezing outside!" Wang Ziying ushered Zhao Yan into her home, gently patting at the non-existent snow on him.
Once inside, Zhao Yan wasted no time and immediately said, "Xiao Wang, you're coming with me. Move to my place."
Faced with Zhao Yan's sudden invitation, Wang Ziying was first taken aback, then her face flushed. She had thought about discussing their relationship with Zhao Yan once the weather improved, but she hadn't expected Zhao Yan to bring it up so soon. "Isn't it a bit too fast? I'm not ready yet," Wang Ziying whispered, her voice barely audible. Then she quickly added, "I'm not saying no, it just feels too soon. If you really want to, it's fine, but your apartment doesn't seem as good as mine. Why don't you move here instead?"
"Ziying, just trust me and come with me. I'll explain everything slowly once we get to my place. Anyway, it's not safe for you to stay here right now," Zhao Yan said, his expression serious. Seeing Zhao Yan's seriousness, Wang Ziying realized that something might be amiss. Trusting Zhao Yan, Wang Ziying nodded firmly. "Alright, I'll pack some clothes and food first."
"No need, leave those things. Put this on first," Zhao Yan said, handing a set of cold-weather gear to Wang Ziying. Wang Ziying took the gear and went back into the bedroom.
Soon, Wang Ziying, changed into the cold-weather suit, emerged from the bedroom. Just as she was about to bring some of her valuables, Zhao Yan decisively stopped her, telling her not to bother with them. Although Zhao Yan's actions seemed strange to Wang Ziying, she chose to trust him.
The two descended from Wang Ziying's building. Zhao Yan didn't take Wang Ziying directly home but first went to Fang Qingzhi's building. Zhao Yan then took Wang Ziying to Fang Qingzhi's apartment. When the two women saw each other, their expressions were filled with surprise. With Fang Qingzhi, Zhao Yan didn't need many words; she also followed Zhao Yan out of her home.