Chapter 19: Do You Dare to Kill?
Only after shedding his dragon form did Ao Xin realize that to rapidly enhance his dominance level, he could not rely too heavily on the power of the devil fruits.
In the heat of battle, he distinctly felt his armament and observation Haki grow significantly stronger.
When fatigue set in, he returned to the armored vehicle, where Ao Chen handed him a piece of Water-Water Meat. Leaning on it, he restored his stamina and prepared to fight on.
After a full hour, the zombies before the factory’s north gate were finally wiped out.
Rubbing his aching arm, he strode up to the factory entrance.
“I need to go in and get something,” he stated plainly.
But Old Zhang was no fool.
“What do you want to take?”
Ao Xin couldn’t exactly say he was after a devil fruit.
It seemed the devil fruit here was hidden in some inconspicuous place, or else it would have been consumed long ago.
“Some vegetables,” he answered casually.
At those words, Old Zhang was even more convinced that Ao Xin’s true aim was to seize the base by trickery.
There was a military strategy for such deception—using a pretext to destroy the real target.
Though just an ordinary worker, Old Zhang was well-versed in military tactics.
He was determined not to be fooled.
“We don’t have enough food ourselves. You’d better look elsewhere,” Old Zhang refused.
Ao Xin narrowed his eyes, knowing they wouldn’t let him pass easily.
“What if I insist on going to get it?”
His voice brimmed with menace. Though no saint, he usually avoided killing without cause, hoping these people would be sensible.
But clearly, they were not.
His threat only stirred their anger.
“You little brat, arrogant just because you can kill a few zombies?”
“Ha! We’re many. What are you scared of? Come on, if you dare!”
The workers clamored, while Old Zhang remained silent, testing how Ao Xin would respond.
If he backed down, that would be best.
If conflict arose, with so many on their side, would he dare kill them all?
Even if he took over the factory, would he then have no one to manage or build it?
What Old Zhang did not know was that Ao Xin had no interest in the factory itself.
He also understood they would never believe that.
An invisible aura spread out, and the workers felt as though facing the might of a sovereign king—trembling with fear and awe. Some even collapsed to their knees.
The most timid fainted outright.
Only Old Zhang and a few who had begun training could still meet his gaze, though their hearts shook violently.
“Conqueror’s Haki! It’s definitely Conqueror’s Haki!”
One kneeling worker said, “Boss, let him in. Even if he wants to be our leader, it’s no shame.”
“Yes,” said others.
Those who had just been cursing Ao Xin were now cowed by the Conqueror’s Haki, turning to welcome their new king.
“You all…” Old Zhang’s expression darkened. Despite all he had done for them, at a critical moment, they would sell him out without hesitation.
After unleashing his Conqueror’s Haki, Ao Xin no longer intended to negotiate.
It was simply a waste of time.
Wrapping a black light around his baseball bat, he struck hard, shattering the barricades the workers had painstakingly erected.
Old Zhang gripped his weapon tightly but dared not intervene.
Ao Xin shot him a glance, noticing the subtle movements he made.
“Better behave. Think about whose head is harder—yours or a zombie’s.”
Then he called to the armored vehicle, “Xiao Chen! Come!”
“Hey! Coming!” Ao Chen, who had been watching the scene unfold, immediately pulled the keys and jumped down, bounding over to Ao Xin.
“What a beautiful girl!” the workers exclaimed, suddenly noticing another occupant in the vehicle—a young woman in the prime of her youth.
This sparked speculation about Ao Xin’s identity.
Ao Chen reached Ao Xin’s side, clasping his left arm as if returning home, leading him inside the factory.
The workers watched their departing backs, some eyeing the vehicle parked at the gate.
“That’s a Dongfeng Warrior truck. If we could get it, it’d be easier to scavenge in the city.”
“If you’re not afraid of that expert, go ahead and steal it.”
“No matter how strong he is, he’s still human. By the time he notices, I’ll have taken the truck.”
“Heh, if you run off, he’ll take it out on us. You want us dead?”
“I…” Old Zhang interrupted their bickering irritably. “No one touches that truck! Otherwise, you’re against the whole base. A few of you come with me to see what they’re up to.”
If they just took a few things and left, that would be fine.
But he feared otherwise.
Ao Chen sniffed delicately as he led Ao Xin toward the back of the warehouse.
Old Zhang and his men followed at a distance, puzzled. “Why are they heading to the canteen?”
“Are they really just here for some vegetables?”
Inside the canteen, a group of women—family members of the workers—were busy sorting vegetables, cutting meat, and washing pots. They had been brought to the factory to handle logistics.
Seeing Ao Xin and Ao Chen enter, they all felt something was off.
They had never seen these two before.
With their striking looks, even a single glance would leave a lasting impression.
Clearly, these two were strangers to the factory.
“Who are you?” a stout middle-aged woman blocked their path, her face fierce.
Strangers, or even fellow workers, could not just enter the kitchen without permission.
In this post-apocalyptic world, resources were scarce and had to be fairly distributed. No one could enter or leave at will.
“Get lost!” Ao Xin snorted coldly.
The shrew instantly flew into a rage. “You little bastard, what did you say?”
“You’re good for nothing, born of a mother but raised by none. Where do you think this is? How dare you speak to me like that? I’ll hang you at the gate and feed you to the zombies!”
She cast a glance at Ao Chen. “Hey! Bringing a pretty little lady too? From which club did you drag her out? Our single guys could use some fresh meat.”
Ao Xin looked up, his eyes radiating an unchallengeable authority.
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