Chapter 8: On My Turf, You Still Dare Ask Who I Am?

On the Cross‑Dimensional Immortal Boat, Gu Fan had been assigned a private room due to his sect’s token.

Though small, it offered enough privacy.

Gu Fan closed the door and then vanished from the room like a streak of light.

Zombies’ world…

He lightly descended onto the hospital rooftop.

Glancing around, he saw no trace of zombie intrusion.

Then, as usual, he swept his divine sense over the hospital building below.

His brow furrowed at once.

It seemed a lot more people had gathered here!

…

On the fifth floor of the hospital, in the meeting room.

Most of the chairs had been pushed aside, leaving a massive conference table in the center.

By the table sat two opposing groups, glaring at each other in tense standoff.

The atmosphere was rather oppressive.

Xia Yan sat on one side of the table, her gaze fixed firmly on the man and woman opposite her.

The man was named Zhou Quan, and the woman, Zhou Hui.

They had once been biological siblings.

But after the apocalypse, it seemed moral and ethical norms no longer mattered.

Just three days ago, the two of them, along with their team, had stumbled upon this shelter.

Then they forcefully broke in and brought people inside.

Xia Yan had rushed over immediately, and the three had clashed violently.

Yet the siblings clearly wielded some special power, and in a two‑against‑one, Xia Yan surprisingly couldn’t defeat them.

The situation suddenly stalled.

And that brought about today’s negotiation.

“Miss Xia,” Zhou Hui began, “how many times have my brother and I told you? Let our two groups merge and jointly manage this shelter—that benefits us all. In this apocalypse, strength rules. Why must you, a woman, insist on going it alone? Wouldn’t it be better to have a man to rely on?”

When Zhou Hui finished, Zhou Quan sighed helplessly:

“Miss Xia, do you really look down on us siblings so much? You’re limited in strength alone—but with our two evolution abilities, we can sweep all the nearby zombie hordes, and we’ll have more than enough supplies!”

Xia Yan sneered at their words.

“Both of you, I’ve already told you: my superiors said that if you insist on staying in the hospital, then fine—but we’ll stay out of each other’s business.”

“But merging is out of the question. The central inpatient building will be the boundary—we occupy one side, you occupy the other. Just don’t regret it when my master returns.”

The Zhou siblings exchanged glances, then laughed loudly.

“Master? Ha, that’s funny. We’ve been watching this place for a while now, and not a trace of him.”

“Your so‑called master probably died out there long ago!”

With that, Zhou Quan straightened and radiated pressure far stronger than before, his expression grim:

“Xia Yan, don’t get shameless. To be honest, I’m already a Level‑2 Evolver! If you disagree today, don’t even think about walking out of this meeting!”

Zhou Quan scanned Xia Yan from head to foot, as though he’d already decided her fate.

Xia Yan’s face changed slightly.

The pressure Zhou Quan exerted was significantly heavier than before.

If it came down to a fight, two against one, she’d hardly be a match!

Ugh—worst of all, her master’s whereabouts remained unknown!

They’d deliberately been watching for a long time.

Since no one returned, of course they weren’t afraid.

“Did you hear that, Xia Yan? My brother is just trying to help you. Obey, and we’ll both serve my brother well so we can survive this apocalypse!”

Zhou Hui shouted, trying to break Xia Yan’s resolve.

She had long been annoyed by Xia Yan’s aloof, dignified temperament in this apocalypse.

Compared to that, she felt like a gutter reptile.

Especially the way her brother looked at Xia Yan, as though he’d discovered some precious treasure—it drove her crazy with jealousy!

At that moment, a man behind Xia Yan spoke up:

“Xia Yan, I think the master really might not be coming back. We might as well go with them.”

“Yeah, Sister Yan, don’t hold us back just because you’re proud! I saw their rations—they’ve got way more food than we do!”

Xia Yan instantly burned with fury.

What a pack of ungrateful traitors!

Zhou Quan glanced at Xia Yan, a smug grin curling his lips.

“Excellent! Wonderful!”

Just then, an untimely voice of praise rang out.

With a loud bang, the conference room door was blasted open and slammed into the wall.

Zhou Quan’s expression shifted, and then he saw a youth in strange clothing enter with a smiling face, clapping as he walked in.

Zhou Quan and Zhou Hui exchanged a glance, then barked viciously:

“Who the hell are you? Trying to act all mysterious!”

The moment Xia Yan saw Gu Fan emerge, she let out a long breath of relief.

Her eyes brimmed with joy and excitement.

Only she knew how immense the pressure had been these past few days.

She understood well: if the Zhou siblings succeeded, everyone on her side would be doomed.

But her strength was limited.

Facing the two of them, she could only manage to protect herself.

Now, though, none of that mattered.

Gu Fan’s return meant everything would be handled.

In fact, Xia Yan had already begun to pity the Zhou siblings.

With Gu Fan’s methods, she could guarantee they’d regret ever being born in this world!

Gu Fan, meanwhile, remained relaxed and casual, completely ignoring the siblings as he strolled into the room and sat down.

“You’re on my turf, occupying my shelter, and threatening my people.”

“And now you ask who I am?”

With a smiling mouth and squinted eyes, Gu Fan added,

“You tell me—who do you think I am?”

The Zhou siblings’ faces instantly turned pale.

Names carried weight—like the shadows cast by trees.

During this time, they had secretly gathered information on Gu Fan.

All they knew was that this person was vicious, killed without blinking, and wielded some strange and eerie powers.

Now that he stood before them—how could they not panic?

Xia Yan rose and respectfully bowed beside Gu Fan.

“Master, I failed to manage the shelter properly. It was my—”

Gu Fan waved his hand.

“I underestimated things. I didn’t expect Evolvers to show up so soon.”

“But you’ve truly let me down. I told you—those who should be killed, kill them. Why are trash like these still alive?”

As he finished, Gu Fan casually flicked his hand, and the two people who had tried to persuade Xia Yan suddenly began to float up in terror.

“No! Help! Sister Yan, save me! I won’t do it again!”

“Master! Master, I was wrong! Please give me another chance!”

The two wailed in despair.

Gu Fan’s smile remained unchanged as he manipulated them with his fingers, slowly moving them outside the fifth-floor window.

“Mm, I’ve received your apologies. Be more mindful in your next life. Bye-bye.”

Thump! Thump!

Two dull thuds plunged the conference room into dead silence.

Zhou Quan and Zhou Hui were horrified.

Telekinesis? Object manipulation?

But that wasn’t what truly scared them.

The true source of their terror emerged behind Gu Fan!

A massive zombie demon, shrouded in dark mist, slowly materialized.

Its jaws opened wide, and two ghostly, soul-like forms were sucked in with a gulp.

Looking closely, those souls were clearly the two who’d just been executed!

What the hell was that thing?!

The Zhou siblings’ legs were trembling violently.

They were on the verge of collapsing to their knees!

Gu Fan turned his gaze to them, still polite and gentle, with a dim smile.

“Dear guests, I’ve prepared a few fun games. I hope you’ll join in.”

“The rules are simple.”

“Lingchi(Death by a Thousand Cuts

), skinning, deep-frying, boiling, flaying…”

At the end, Gu Fan’s tone remained warm as he addressed the deathly pale siblings:

“Choose one.”

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