Harem Emperor In The End Times-Chapter 83: Killing Inside Hail Building

But now, it was the end of the world, and the abilities she once prided herself on were useless. In fact, for a little food and water—worthless on a normal day—she had to endure being pressed onto a bed and abused by a man, all to avoid starving to death.

"Hahaha... My little beauty, here I come~" Banner, who had just been aroused by Rose, returned to the room. He eyed the woman’s delicate body and pounced on her. A trace of sadness and pain flashed in the woman’s eyes as she silently endured.

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Ryan moved forward and soon reached the entrance of the Hail Building. It was no longer the prosperous and beautiful place it once was. Now, it was covered in blood, desolate, and dilapidated.

The entrance to the shopping mall was blocked by several large counters, and all passages were sealed. Outside, hordes of zombies surrounded the building, growling and roaring.

Ryan quickly assessed the situation. Over a hundred zombies were gathered at the entrance alone, not to mention those in other directions. The building was like an isolated island—no one could get out, and it was nearly impossible to mount a rescue.

For safety reasons, no one lived below the third floor of the Hail Building. Fearful of sudden zombie attacks, everyone resided above the third floor, with the lower stairs completely blocked.

Though Banner’s methods were ruthless, he wasn’t stupid. In addition to ensuring sufficient food supplies, he handed over some of the women he deemed expendable to his subordinates. Under the dual pressures of temptation and force, the base remained relatively stable.

Ryan didn’t use the main entrance. Instead, he climbed to the fourth floor through a ventilation duct and jumped in through a window.

The interior of the building was a mess. Nearby shops and clothing stores were in disarray, with tables and cabinets scattered everywhere—a clear sign of the chaos that had erupted when the apocalypse began.

At the staircase leading to the fourth floor, two of Banner’s men were on guard. They were playing cards, with a few empty liquor bottles beside them.

"Haha... I win, I win! Give me a cigarette," one of the men said, waving at his opponent. But the other man was frozen, staring past him.

"Hey, don’t try to cheat. Are you playing dumb to avoid losing?" the winner said, annoyed.

The other man didn’t respond. The winner followed his gaze and saw Ryan standing behind him. Startled, he jumped to his feet. "Fuck! Who are you? Where did you come from?"

Both men knew no one lived below the third floor, as they feared zombies might break in. They were guarding the stairs on the fourth floor, so where had this man come from? Was he a ghost?

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After a quick glance at Ryan—thin, unarmed, and seemingly harmless—the two men relaxed, their tone turning arrogant.

"Kid, where did you come from? Can you fly or something?"

They approached Ryan, and one of them even placed a hand on his shoulder, his tone clearly hostile.

"Not talking? Are you stupid?" the other man asked, puzzled.

Ryan frowned. He grabbed the arm resting on his shoulder and twisted it gently. The man’s arm bent unnaturally, and he dropped to his knees, screaming.

"Ahhh... you’re asking for death!" The other man lunged at Ryan but was kicked back with even greater force. He flew across the room, clutching his stomach and wailing in pain.

"Answer me. How many people are in this building? Who’s in charge? What weapons do they have?" Ryan demanded, still holding the man with the twisted arm.

"Ah... bastard, let go of my hand! You’re dead!" the man shouted through gritted teeth.

"Oh, so you won’t cooperate even when I ask nicely..." Ryan shook his head. He stood up and stomped on the man’s arm, breaking it. The man screamed and passed out.

"What about you? Can you answer me?" Ryan turned to the other man, who was lying on the ground, terrified.

The man nodded frantically, too scared to speak. Though they were gangsters who had bullied others before, they had never encountered someone as ruthless as Ryan, who could break an arm without hesitation.

"I’ll tell you! There are less than a hundred people in the building. It’s run by a gangster named Banner. He has a smuggled pistol, and some of his men have modified nail guns. They all live on the 17th floor..."

The man spilled everything without needing further prompting.

"Good. Thank you very much..." Ryan said impatiently. Under the terrified gaze of the man, he ended both of their lives.

Bang!

Ryan kicked open the door to a room on the fourth floor. The naked man inside was beheaded by Ryan’s knife before he could even curse. The woman in the room screamed, her cries echoing through the corridor.

"What the hell is that noise?"

"Why are you screaming?" Two or three men rushed out of nearby rooms. When they saw Ryan in the hallway, they froze. They had never seen him before.

Ryan didn’t waste time. He moved swiftly, decapitating the closest man. The others, too far to attack immediately, turned and fled upstairs...

Not long after, on the 17th floor, in Banner’s room, one of his men burst in, shouting frantically, "Boss! Someone’s coming up from downstairs!"

"Fuck! Don’t you know how to knock?" Banner, who had been in the middle of sex, was startled. He grabbed an ashtray and hurled it at the man, hitting him in the head and drawing blood.

The man, bleeding and terrified, stammered, "Boss, there’s a man coming up from below. Many of our brothers are dead!"

Banner quickly dressed and stormed out of the room, cursing. "How many people are there? Do they have guns?"

"No, just one man... with a long knife," the man explained.

"One man with a knife? And you couldn’t stop him? How useless are you?" Banner was both surprised and furious.

For safety, he had stationed most of his men on the lower floors to buy time in case of a zombie breach. His own floor was sparsely guarded, with only a few men and the women he kept.

As Banner descended, he noticed something was wrong. At first, there had been shouting and screaming from below, but now it was eerily quiet, as if everyone was dead.

At the elevator entrance on the tenth floor, several men lay dead. Some had their limbs severed, others were decapitated, and one was impaled on the wall with a steel pipe. The scene was gruesome.

At the staircase on the tenth floor, three men armed with nail guns stood ready, flanked by others wielding machetes and daggers. Opposite them, Ryan pulled his long knife from a corpse.

"Oh, what a grand welcome," Ryan said with an evil grin. The men opposite broke into a cold sweat. Despite their numbers and the nail guns, Ryan’s presence was terrifying.

He had fought his way up from the lower floors, killing dozens of their comrades in moments. He was like a god of death.

"Brother, what brings you here? If there’s anything you need, just say the word, and we’ll make it happen," one of Banner’s confidants said, trembling. Normally a cruel and vicious man, he was now sweating profusely, speaking humbly in an attempt to negotiate peace.