Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Sudden Crisis

Outside, the cauldrons were already set up. Fu Gaobin and Wang Cheng were directing others as they cooked meat. Some refugees, catching sight of this through the windows, began to panic.

“What are these people doing? Aren’t they afraid this will attract those monsters’ attacks?” someone exclaimed in surprise.

“They’ve lost their minds! They’re truly insane. No, no, if this continues, it will definitely draw the monsters’ attention. We’ll all be doomed!” another said anxiously, his tone urgent.

“What do you mean ‘no’? Can you run outside? Can you dodge bullets? Whatever they’re doing must have a reason. Maybe they’re trying to eliminate those beasts. If we’re going to die, we might as well die together,” some had lost all caution, resignedly making sardonic remarks.

Most, however, remained worried for their safety. Although panic was rife, the military’s suppression kept them quiet. Seeing the cold, unyielding barrels of guns, they obediently sat still, swallowing their words or whispering in low tones, too afraid to truly rebel.

Meanwhile, outside, after finishing a bowl of meat broth, Wang Cheng and Fu Gaobin grew somewhat restless. Wang Cheng suggested that Fu Gaobin go ahead first, but Fu Gaobin wanted to maintain his image as the elder brother and modestly hesitated. Unexpectedly, Wang Cheng, having already figured out Fu Gaobin’s character, grinned and readily agreed, then went off to the carriage to release some energy.

Fu Gaobin sat outside dumbfounded, watching Wang Cheng leave, and couldn’t help but curse him as a brute. The nearby men chuckled quietly at Fu Gaobin’s embarrassment, prompting him to snort and half-jokingly scold his subordinates.

These men had been handpicked by Fu Gaobin and Wang Cheng over time—each frustrated and clever but trapped without opportunity. Most had willingly pledged allegiance, requiring no costly bribes from Fu Gaobin, only empty promises and vague benefits.

So, the aroma of cooking meat wafted enticingly outside, yet anxiety gnawed at their hearts. Though none knew exactly what their leader Yang Fan was up to, cooking meat in the open risked drawing the mutated beasts’ attention and triggering a savage onslaught. No one dared bear that responsibility.

Someone asked Fu Gaobin why Yang Fan had such an idea. Fu Gaobin wasn’t privy to Yang Fan’s thoughts, but having observed the mutated beasts outside, he ventured his guess.

“There are so many mutated beasts. It’s a waste not to kill them if we have the experience. I think the big brother’s plan is to lure the beasts here and kill off the remaining vermin to strengthen our forces.”

As Fu Gaobin speculated, a chorus of flattering remarks followed, and he quickly found himself caught up in the sycophancy.

***

At that moment, Fu Gaobin kept his eyes fixed outside. He motioned for Xiao Ming to cloak himself and accompany him. They stepped out and opened the carriage door, greeted by the faint scent of meat. This subtle aroma caused Yang Fan’s brow to furrow even more deeply.

“By all logic, the mutated beasts’ sense of smell is hundreds of times stronger than a dog’s. Even a faint scent like this—if diluted tenfold or a hundredfold—they’d still detect it. Could my earlier suspicion be right?” Yang Fan murmured to himself.

After standing outside in the snow for several minutes, he moved closer to verify his thoughts. When he was about fifty meters from the mutated beasts, he froze in place, motionless.

Inside the carriage, Li Qiang and the others observed Yang Fan through binoculars, watching him stand in the blizzard.

“Commander, what is he doing standing there like that?” someone asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Let’s move out too,” Li Qiang said. Though uncertain why Yang Fan was standing there, he sensed something unexpected might unfold and quickly ordered his men to follow.

Yang Fan’s reason for standing still was that through his “True Eagle Eye,” he had spotted something unusual.

Only a few dozen mutated beasts remained, but from the four directions—east, south, west, and north—three groups of people were approaching. These groups were strange.

The first group consisted of three men clad in red robes, wearing fierce golden masks. Most unsettlingly, they seemed to be staring directly at the “True Eagle Eye,” sneering coldly.

Yang Fan’s heart jolted. Looking at the other two groups, the second wore black robes with no elaborate patterns or decorations. Seven or eight of them appeared to be watching the “True Eagle Eye” too, their gaze fixed on him.

The third group was unmistakable: Chen Hu, Chen Bao, and Chen Yu—the three brothers. But now, their lower bodies were submerged inside the head of a giant octopus, seemingly mutated. Their upper bodies were exposed, while five others were similarly engulfed beneath the octopus’s head.

Behind and in front of them were dozens of insectoid creatures at peak first-tier level and hundreds of mutated beasts—each formidable. Yet all of these beasts and insects seemed soulless, moving numbingly.

On the octopus’s body, dozens of tentacles swirled like whirlpools, sticky and slimy, inserted into the lower bodies of many women. Though Yang Fan couldn’t hear their screams, the agony was plainly visible.

***

“It’s them—the bastards!” Yang Fan’s eyes blazed with boundless fury.

Those monsters were just five hundred meters away. Li Qiang and the others had arrived as well. An abrupt mutation occurred, catching Yang Fan off guard. The five men he had long sought to eliminate were working with Chen Hu’s group. This confirmed his suspicions about Baisheng Supermarket.

Now, Yang Fan felt a pang of regret. Had he known this, he would have slain the Chen brothers earlier, found the source, and wiped them out one by one. Looking at those tentacle creatures and the dozens of women on them—each battered and tormented—he realized how many had suffered.

Some insectoids and mutated beasts bore women bound and restrained on their backs. These people were nothing but beasts and scoundrels, utterly dehumanizing others.

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