Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 727 - 714: Ruthless Strike (Part 2)

He Lei pressed down forcefully, and Yang Buwei desperately resisted. Unfortunately, even when everything was normal, it was hard to compete with the bull-like strength of the opponent, let alone now with his left arm injured by a gunshot.

This time, Yang Buwei was truly scared. The opponent’s intention was quite obvious—he was planning to take his life. Yang Buwei wanted to use his gun to attack, but his right hand couldn’t move at all. He had no choice but to grit his teeth, endure the immense pain, and raise his left hand to fumble around the side of the desk, hoping to find a sharp object to help him escape.

"Lei, let go quickly, we are all brothers, let’s talk it out! Look at what you’re trying to do!" Seeing that being tough wasn’t working, Yang Buwei had to force a smile and tried to get close to He Lei. But He Lei had already decided to kill and wouldn’t be swayed by any so-called brotherly talk. He sneered coldly, "Brothers? HOHO, so Brother Yang would also consider a stray dog like me a brother, huh? Then does that make you a dog too?"

Yang Buwei’s veins popped, but quickly relaxed again. One must say that He Lei’s loud voice always left a strong impression, but when he spoke in a low tone, it was even more terrifying: "Oh! Brother Lei, what I said earlier was just drunk talk!"

Yang Buwei struggled to turn his head and pointed with his mouth at the coffee table full of empty wine bottles behind him, indicating that his nonsense talk earlier was entirely drunken speech and couldn’t be taken seriously.

"Drunk talk! Hehe, haha!" He Lei suddenly laughed out loud, and the earth-shaking laughter made one’s heart shiver: "Very good, so Brother Yang’s earlier words were all drunk talk. But doesn’t Brother Yang know that drunken words reveal true feelings? It seems I really should thank this wine, otherwise, how would I know Brother Yang’s true thoughts!"

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Haha! It was all just a misunderstanding! Brother Lei, don’t take it to heart!" Yang Buwei pretended to laugh it off, but his right hand remained behind him, quietly searching the table. Eventually, he chose a teapot as his weapon of attack.

"Misunderstanding, fuck your misunderstanding!"

"Pa! Pa!"

"This is for slapping my face earlier!"

"Pa! Pa!"

"This is for calling me a dog earlier!"

"Bang! Crash!" The teapot shattered into pieces, showing how much force Yang Buwei used in this surprise attack. However, despite using such force, he didn’t gain much advantage. The freshly stitched wound on his left arm was jolted open again. But most fatally, He Lei remained unscathed. Except for a hole in his forehead, he was motionless, as if nothing had happened.

Blood trickled from He Lei’s forehead down to his brow, and he wiped it off with his hand, then licked the blood-stained palm with his tongue.

Originally, he planned to spare Yang Buwei’s life to threaten him to order his men to leave the Factory, but now he changed his mind. The opponent’s action just now was equivalent to handing him a death sentence.

"Hehe, hehe! Brother Lei, it was an accident, it was absolutely an accident! I... I didn’t mean it!" Yang Buwei’s face was ashen; he really didn’t expect such a big and tough He Lei to be so durable! How could such a sturdy purple clay teapot not even make him faint when smashed on his head? Truly a monster!

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" He Lei suddenly twisted Yang Buwei’s left hand towards his chest, making the latter scream in pain, but the scream lasted only a few seconds before ending abruptly with a gunshot.

When the two guards outside the chairman’s office burst in, Yang Buwei was already dead. He knelt weakly on the ground, his head leaning against He Lei’s thigh, eyes wide open, appearing quite terrifying.

"You... you killed Brother Yang!" The subordinate trembled, raising the knife in hand.

He Lei slowly turned around, his face sinister, blood from his forehead already covered half of his face. He acted as if he didn’t see the two subordinates, kicking Yang Buwei’s body away from him.

After finishing this, he stepped towards the sofa with the gun in his hand, sat back, and picked up a half-full bottle of beer from the table, drinking it all at once.

"Hey, you... you bastard actually... actually killed Brother Yang!"

"Bang!"

"Nonsense!" The gun in He Lei’s hand was still smoking black, and he forcefully slammed the empty bottle onto the table, firing another shot.

"Bang!" The other subordinate also fell in response.

In just a few minutes, He Lei had killed three living people, causing Liu Fugui’s personal doctor, who watched the whole scene, to tremble all over.

"You, come here!" He Lei turned and pointed at Dr. Liu, who was cowering in the corner. The latter, terrified, retreated continuously: "Lei... He Lei, I... I have no conflict of interest with you, please... don’t kill me!"

"Damn, did I say I was going to kill you? I asked you to come over and bandage me! Damn, look at you shaking like a woman—how did you end up working for Liu Fugui?"

Upon realizing that the other party had no intention of killing him for now, Dr. Liu felt a slight sense of relief, but the three corpses on the ground still instilled fear in him. He gingerly avoided the blood scattered on the ground, opened the medical kit, and began to bandage He Lei.

He Lei lay the gun across his chest, ready to draw and react at a moment’s notice. His mind was racing—now that Yang Buwei was dead, it meant he couldn’t establish himself within Spring Xiu’s gang any longer. Going back to Liu Fugui was even more impossible.

Given the situation, he must either start his own gang or live by the skin of his teeth. Being accustomed to being a big shot, He Lei naturally wouldn’t consider the latter option. So, the only path left was to establish his own dominion.

But starting a new gang was no easy feat. At least those under Spring Xiu in the Factory couldn’t possibly follow him. Even if they were willing, He Lei had no confidence in leading them, and he didn’t want to constantly guard against being stabbed in the back in the future.

However, Liu Fugui’s imprisoned personnel could be mobilized and utilized.

If successful, he wouldn’t have to worry about manpower. Even if a direct conflict with Spring Xiu occurred in the future, he’d have a fighting chance.

Once personnel issues were resolved, the next consideration was a stronghold. This Factory was undoubtedly the best base, with abundant resources and solid defenses.

Only the current situation wasn’t clear enough. If Spring Xiu’s people returned to the Factory, there would inevitably be a confrontation with knives and guns.

This would certainly attract the attention of nearby Zombies. Recalling the days of being besieged by Zombies, He Lei immediately dismissed the idea of occupying the Factory as his own.

Although he could forgo the Factory, he never intended to leave the abundant resources in it. Even if he couldn’t take everything, he intended to take as much as he could.

Time was pressing. Having figured it out, He Lei acted immediately. He pushed aside Dr. Liu, who was bandaging him, and headed out. He needed to quickly convince Liu Fugui’s original men imprisoned on the third floor.

If he could obtain their assistance, he wouldn’t worry about being unable to resist even if Spring Xiu’s group returned soon.

Upon reaching the main door, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked inside the room, realizing the potential issue. If he left and the group downstairs discovered the anomalies upon reporting something, he’d be in big trouble.

As the saying goes, "Two fists can’t match four legs." At the moment, he was still alone, and before securing the support of the brothers upstairs, it wouldn’t be wise to overplay his hand.

But what should he do now? He Lei fixed his gaze on Dr. Liu, who was slumped on the ground: "Come over here!" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)