My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse
Chapter 97 What Should We Do?

"How would you like to die?"

For a brief moment, everywhere was silent allowing the whispers of winds to ring in their ears.

All the men stared at the young man in front of them with their mouths slackened.

Is he nuts!? That was the only thing that appeared in their mind.

Hahaha!

The leader of the group held his tummy and laughed. His laughter echoed in the quiet surrounding.

Justin didn't blink when he saw the people looking at him with disgust. His loosely long hair dangled back and forth with the breeze.

With the third evolution, his appearance had undergone a visible change.

He looked younger and his skin was smooth like a young woman's. If he had this look in the old world. [

He didn't need to work. His appearance was enough for him to become a city's top star.

And with this looks come with a disadvantage. Most people would underestimate him.

How could he be stronger than them with that sissy body? He looks like he had never fought a battle before.

Although he sent the black man flying with a single punch. Everyone thought it was a sneak attack.

Besides, the black man couldn't be compared with the leader of the camp. He was a Second Circle existence.

After a couple of seconds, the leader of the group stops his laughter and wipes the bead of tears from the corner of his eyes.

"That was the best joke I've heard since the apocalypse. Boy, you make a nice comedian." He paused and came forward.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will turn you into a comedian. You will crack jokes for me when I need to be happy. How about that?" He asked with an evil grin.

"Are you done?" Justin asked calmly.

Hmm!?

Larry the leader of the camp creased his brow when he saw Justin's calm expression.

After thinking for a moment, he clicked his tongue and snorted.

'Whatever trick you have. It's nothing before absolute strength.'

Watching Larry moving toward Justin, the guards had a look of expectation and they stepped back to watch the match that was about to unfold.

Though in their mind, Larry had already won the battle.

Whoosh!

Larry's body disappeared from the surrounding like a phantom. And the glow in the eyes of the guards brightened up.

The leader makes his moves. They shouted in their mind.

"How long do you think he will last?" A guard whispered to his comrade.

"5 seconds." A guard responded.

"That too much for that sissy. 3 —"

Bang!

A silhouette was flung backward and crashed on the car's screen. Immediately, the guards jumped backward and looked at the person on top of the car.

When they saw it was Larry, their heart missed a bit and their mouth slackened. Their brain was scalped and muscle tightened.

Still, in their reverie, a handsome young man appeared in front of the car and stared coldly at the injured Larry.

Larry opened his eyes with some difficulty. There were myriads of emotion flicking throughout his eyes. Fear, panic, and surprise.

'My Phantom Grasp failed for the first time against a human.'

Throughout the attacking sequence, Larry didn't think his first attack would send him close to the death door.

He was confident in his ability if he couldn't defeat his enemy. He believes he could escape unscathed.

But this time around, reality clapped him on the face. Now, the previous question surfaces in his heart.

How does he want to die?

This was not a question. It was an order.

The moment this young man appeared, his destiny was already set in stone.

Justin grabbed his throat and lifted him from the car. Larry rolled his eyes helplessly, blood gushing out from his mouth and nose.

"Previously, I wanted to give you an easy death. But now, I've changed my mind." Justin said calmly.

Bang!

Larry crashed to the ground and the sound of bone breaking echoed in the surrounding area.

The guards were sweating bullets. They held their breath with their leg tuning jelly.

His ruthlessness doesn't befit his handsomeness.

Justin didn't look at the guards and went back to Lola's position. He carried her gently on his shoulder and departed.

Watching the backside of the devil, the guards breathe a sigh of relief.

"He may be strong, but he wasn't ruthless enough to kill us." A guard muttered with a smile.

Bang!

The guards flew forward and crashed to the ground, smoke coming out from his body and his body was charred black.

What the hell!?

Everyone turned their eyes in the direction of the attack. And behold….

Susan was walking calmly toward them. In her hands was a long dancing whip with lightning at its tip.

The guards swallowed the lumps in their throats and wanted to cry. They pray for the devil to go. He departed without hurting them.

But why would heaven send a demoness? The guards wanted to cry but they had no tears in their eyes.

Seeing Susan's cold gaze, they knew their death was set in stone. But why are they stronger than us?

They thought but no one could come up with an appropriate answer.

"Carry him," Susan said in a cold voice while pointing to Larry.

At once, a guard rushed to Larry and carried him roughly. Now, this wasn't the time to be lenient.

The guards look in Susan's direction hoping to see some reaction from her. But it was futile.

"Everyone follows me?" With that, all the guards turned and followed after.

While those in the car drove silently.

At the center of the camp, a lot of people were kneeling on the ground with various degrees of injury on their bodies.

In front of them were a group of armed men, patrolling back and forth.

This was the Defense team.

They gathered all the savage group at the center of the large camp, waiting for Justin's arrival.

"Hurray! We're finally safe." An excited shout came from the other side of the street.

A group of people dressed in tattered clothes with bony skin was rushing to the center of the camp.

In front of the group were two people. Nasir and Pipeman. And behind them was the middle-aged man.

The leader of the second faction in the camp. A radiant smile appeared on his face, hearing the shout of joy from his people.

These people had chosen to follow him not to forgo their humanity because of some safety and not to be attacked by some beast.

The occultist group brainwashes the ordinary and sacrifices them for the greater good of humanity.

If it was the greater good of humanity. Why didn't they train such people to fight back?

However, instead of Larry responding, he threatened to kill him if he spread false beliefs to the heart of the people.

Now, their salvation has finally arrived.

Justin arrived at the center of the camp and the chaotic environment became quiet.

"Is this everyone that belongs to the demonic path?" He asked calmly.

"Yes. Some refuse to surrender and choose to fight with life. So we kill them." Nasir replied.

"Alright, you know what to do? Leave the kids." He commanded and departed from the gathering with Lola on his shoulder.

"Who's that?" A female voice whispered.

"Our king," Nasir replied with a smile.

What!

For a moment, everyone was trying to process what they just heard. Their flabbergasted gaze fixed on Nasir's face, hoping to hear him say he was kidding.

But that didn't happen?

"A-Are you for real!?"

The middle-aged man asked with his eyes widened.

"Where is the…. King" Susan asked from a distance.

Her gaze swept the crowd but he couldn't replace Justin's silhouette.

"He left," Pipe man responded.

"Oh!" her expression didn't change.

"Let's get started," she commanded.

After a couple of minutes, the camp was covered in blood and dead bodies.

The air was covered in the thick stench of blood and sulfur. A couple of meters from the pile of dead bodies was a group that survived the onslaughts.

They stared in a particular direction in fear.

"What!" Pipe man shouted.

The crowd gasped and averted their gaze. Previously, they were scared of the cold Susan.

But seeing the pipe man killing hundreds of people without batting an eye.

They realized these people weren't normal. Which side should they choose?

The old tyrant was gone and now, their new savior could kill hundreds of people without batting an eye.

The old man looked at his people behind them and sweat dripped from their foreheads.

What should they do?

They can't go back to being suppressed by another tyrant again.

Susan, Nasir, and some men from the defense team came back to the center of the camp.

Behind them was a vehicle filled with resources. When Susan arrived in front of the group.

As a Second Circle Existence, her perception was sharper than ordinary people.

She fixed her gaze on the leader of the other camp and said coldly.

"We won't force you to join our camp. The choice is yours."

"Let's depart," She said.

She dislikes the attitude of the people. Should they have agreed to let people that could sacrifice humans live?

Obviously not.

The leader of the group was surprised by Susan's words. They looked at each other and were speechless.

What should we do?