Endless Throne - Chapter 15

“Confirmed with a glance, I’ve met the right person~”

Zhang San heard a BGM playing in his mind, his heart pounding wildly.

Was this what love at first sight felt like?

He frantically searched his memories, suddenly recalling lines from romance dramas he’d occasionally watched. Finally, with a twisted smile and a charming look, he said:

“Woman, you have successfully captured my attention.”

Zhou Yuan’s snake tail swayed as he leaped up, aiming his fist between Zhang San’s legs.

“***! I’ll break your chicken off!”

Zhou Yuan, a hardcore gamer who loved anime girls and was a complete straight male, heard Zhang San’s words and his anger skyrocketed. His snake-hair flew wildly as countless small snakes hissed and flicked their tongues.

“As expected from the woman I’ve chosen, so fiery!” Zhang San stepped back two paces, easily avoiding the attack, his smile growing even more seductive.

Zhang San was the epitome of a sleazy man with an offensive gaze. Zhou Yuan kept verbally berating him while targeting his lower regions.

Zhang San, believing his flirting was working, grew more excited. Hitting meant affection and scolding meant love—these were just ways the other person expressed their feelings! As a mature man, he naturally had to play along.

…..

The situation seemed to be taking a strange turn.

The onlookers collectively fell silent.

Although Zhou Yuan was indeed beautiful, full of charm, and had an androgynous voice, his chest was flat, and his manner of speaking was clearly masculine.

Anyone who spent just a few minutes with him would see through his beautiful appearance, making it impossible to develop any romantic feelings.

Even if occasionally struck by his smile, one look at his hissing snake-hair would prevent anyone from making such arrogant, domineering remarks.

The two fought intensely, with Zhang San intentionally going easy on Zhou Yuan, making it a balanced battle. Compared to the fights with the Rat King and the Big Fish, Zhang San’s control over his power seemed more masterful.

He possessed rich combat techniques, unlike those aberrants who had no strategy and didn’t know how to use their own strength.

The distance between them imperceptibly widened. Zhang San suddenly took a long stride, shaking off Zhou Yuan, and looked back at everyone with a smile:

“You bastards, hehe, see you next time.”

His legs were two meters long, and his jumping ability was particularly outstanding. He leaped up and looked like he would successfully escape.

Zhang San’s retreating figure was arrogant, his entire demeanor radiating cockiness.

Lin Yebai immediately threw several fangs that transformed into white shadows in the air, pursuing Zhang San.

The others couldn’t see clearly what had happened. They only saw Lin Yebai raise his hand, and the fangs flew several meters away with only the sound of air being cut.

Throwing projectiles seemed to be extremely draining, as Lin Yebai looked even weaker, pale and sickly.

“Is that all? Is that all?” Zhang San smiled crookedly, looking down on the small fangs. His body was very special, and ordinary attacks couldn’t…

The next second, Zhang San’s body stiffened. His buttocks suddenly experienced intense pain as the fangs penetrated deeply, instantly causing blood to flow freely.

His expression turned to horror as he covered his backside, blood dripping through his fingers.

He had been so close!

If it had been slightly off, the fangs would have pierced his…

The thought was terrifying, and Zhang San shuddered.

[Truth Supreme]: As his body trembled, everything became meaningless

[Literary Mentor]: The phrase “Is that all” seems defiant and kingly, portraying Law-Defying Rogue Zhang San’s unrestrained nature, but actually contains both joy and sorrow, filled with realistic tragedy.

[Supreme Double Martial Vein]: Where did the fangs hit? I can’t see clearly

[Leeuwenhoek]: Missed by an inch

[Super Rich Tangerine Seat]: cat sighs

[Strong Man Lock Man]: Brother Ordinary, what do you think of this Zhang San?

[The Ordinary Me]: I’ll just say those who know, know. I won’t explain much for those who don’t. Some things are better kept to yourself. Think about it carefully.

Zhang San shuddered, looking somewhat warily at Lin Yebai, covering his backside as he frantically fled.

Song Yao fired his gun, but the bullet hit Zhang San’s back and bounced off without causing any injuries.

Zhang San ran away with a twisted posture, quickly disappearing into the alley.

“Next time aim for his d*ck when you shoot, guaranteed to work…”

Zhou Yuan sighed. He always considered thorough elimination as a golden rule. A lawless rogue like Zhang San must be killed to be truly at ease.

He looked at Lin Yebai and asked with concern:

“Brother Lin, are you alright?”

“Manageable,” Lin Yebai said, feeling a bit tired and hungry.

500 points had gotten away, leaving him with a sense of loss.

The small crow from earlier had flown back, carrying a string that seemed to have something attached to it. It landed near the golden-eyed crow, and the two crows chattered with each other.

The small crow, having received its instructions, flew to Lin Yebai and gave him the item. The black string was attached to a whistle of unknown material, feeling cold and hard to the touch, like metal or jade.

“If there’s prey, I can summon you?” Lin Yebai looked at the golden-eyed crow.

“Caw——” The golden-eyed crow nodded and called out, its gaze full of dignity. But a crow’s call always sounded inauspicious, immediately bringing to mind scenes of brooms chasing away crows.

After Lin Yebai took the whistle, the golden-eyed crow flapped its wings and took flight, with the other crows following closely behind, flying westward like a moving black cloud.

Black crow feathers fell from the sky, and darkness spread everywhere. Even in daylight, it was difficult to see the sun. Under layers of dark clouds, the entire city was shrouded in an atmosphere of death.

“Today’s been quite a harvest.” 

Unable to catch up with Zhang San, Zhou Yuan’s mood had calmed as he looked at the severed fish head and smiled.

“Such a big fish, we can eat for several meals.”

“Yes. Mr. Lin, I would like to take some back to the shelter, if that’s alright?” Song Yao first sought Lin Yebai’s opinion.

“Sure,” Lin Yebai nodded, letting Zhou Yuan take the previously cut fish meat back.

Aberrants fed on flesh and blood, constantly craving fresh meat after their mutation. Aberrants like Zhou Yuan who retained their rationality preferred to hunt mutated animals for food.

The shelter had a large population, and whatever they caught was never enough to share. The remaining fish meat, inconvenient to carry and difficult to preserve, was perfect to give to them.

“This Zhang San must have other aberrants behind him, planning something… Delay breeds danger, so we’ve decided to withdraw as soon as possible.”

“Mr. Lin, you’re welcome to join the shelter anytime,” Song Yao said, looking at the fish’s corpse, increasingly wanting to recruit Lin Yebai.

“Mm.” Lin Yebai nodded slightly. By now, the sky had quickly darkened, with the blood moon appearing and disappearing, and daylight shorter than previous days.

“And who is this?” Song Yao asked before getting into the car, looking at the eight-legged spider man who had been silent all along.

The man had rough features and a sturdy build. His upper clothing was bulging, with the outlines of spiders vaguely visible, at least five or six of them, enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

Stuffing spiders in his clothes—was it to train his willpower? Or a personal hobby?

The spiders occasionally crawled inside his clothes, but his expression remained calm and steady, completely unaffected. He was definitely a tough man among tough men.

“My friend, Coach Wang,” Zhou Yuan introduced.

“Pleased to meet you,” Song Yao extended his hand.

Coach Wang also reached out, both men harboring wariness toward each other, touching briefly before separating.

To transport the fish meat, Zhou Yuan exchanged for a larger truck nearby and placed a thick fish leg in the cargo area.

“Brother Song, I’m leaving first. It’s getting dark quickly, you should head back early too.”

“Alright,” Song Yao waved.

This time Zhou Yuan was driving. After they had gone some distance, Coach Wang finally spoke:

“You can come out now.”

The little spiders emerged one by one from Coach Wang’s upper clothing, chattering:

“Mommy, Mommy! It’s so stuffy hiding in clothes!”

“Mommy, the big monster was scary. I won’t come out to play next time.”

“Is the big monster dead?”

“Yes, it’s dead.” Coach Wang didn’t want to expose the little spiders to people. They could talk, which made them especially unique.

“Mommy, how did the big monster die?” The little spiders were extremely curious, gathering around Coach Wang.

“Call Daddy,” Coach Wang patiently corrected.

“Yes Mommy, how did Daddy die?” The little spider obediently changed its wording.