C9 Protect the Food

Unveiling the disguise of cowardice, exposing the vile nature.

It was also the instinct of all humans, or perhaps, all animals.

Protecting food.

"I think you guys definitely don't want things to continue like this!"

"Because, if you force me to do it, you will regret it!"

Wu Feng had come to a container. He could feel the change in the atmosphere, but he didn't panic. Instead, he felt pity for the people in front of him because he knew that they couldn't be his opponents.

"Forget it, Brother Long. There's so much food here. There's nothing wrong with letting him take it away?" Just when Wu Feng grabbed the edge of a container with one hand and was about to wait for these people to rush up and pull the container down, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

This made Wu Feng's originally cold pupils slightly shrink. He carefully looked at the bespectacled man who was hiding at the back of the crowd. Although he was holding a baseball bat, he was trembling a little.

He didn't know whether this guy was so weak that he didn't even dare to be vile, or if he really had a last trace of kindness in his heart, but he actually spoke up for Wu Feng at this moment.

In fact, Wu Feng didn't know that it was this bespectacled man who wanted to open the door for him before, but he was stopped by the tattooed man's threat.

This bespectacled man looked to be around 30 years old. He wore a pair of deep glasses and was obviously a weak guy before the apocalypse.

Even after doomsday, he was still weak.

This made Wu Feng give the man a death warrant in his heart.

However, the person that he wanted to spare angered the tattooed man who already had the intention to kill Wu Feng.

"Damn you!"

"You useless trash, you don't even dare to kill anyone! Do you believe that if you say one more word, I will immediately throw you out and feed you to the zombies?"

The tattooed man had a ferocious expression as he fiercely kicked the bespectacled man's chest, sending him flying.

When the tattooed man wasn't angry, it was already enough to intimidate everyone in the supermarket.

Now that he was angry, it made people even more afraid.

There had been two other people who had been as indecisive as the bespectacled man, but now that they saw the tattooed man kick the bespectacled man to the ground and make him spit out bitter water, they didn't dare to say anything more. Their eyes turned cold, and they stared at Wu Feng like hungry wolves.

It was as if they would die if they didn't kill Wu Feng.

"Hur hur, are you sure you want to do this?" Wu Feng was still giving the group a final chance. He had not expected the seemingly weak survivors to be so determined to kill themselves under the instigation of the tattooed man.

"What a load of nonsense!"

"Go to hell!"

At this moment, a man was already less than three meters away from Wu Feng. Wu Feng kept dodging, which only served to increase the arrogance of this group of men.

Just because they had more people in the group, they felt that their strength had been enhanced.

Unexpectedly, when the first man who approached Wu Feng made a move, the container next to Wu Feng suddenly fell down.

"Boom!" There was a loud sound.

The huge container was pulled down by Wu Feng, and two or three people were pressed under it. Wu Feng was not moving, but once he moved, it immediately exceeded the reaction speed of these people.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade cut through the air and even made a whooshing sound. This was the tattooed man's move.

If such a blade fell on Wu Feng's body, even if he didn't die, he would be half crippled.