Rebirth: Leading Families to Survive in the Apocalypse-Chapter 459 - Four Hundred and Fifty-Nine How Could It

Chapter 459: Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty-Nine: How Could It Be Him?

Chapter 459: Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty-Nine: How Could It Be Him?

Following that, some people from the Wei Family camp, including the Base Leader of N City Chen Chuyao, also expressed their agreement.

“Old Han, what do you think? You’re the one with the most say here,”

Wei Yinghao skillfully passed the deciding vote to Han Zhimin.

The SS level was originally a category proposed by the Han Family, intended to give them a title that would rank above all S-levels. Now, at this moment, Wei Yinghao was suggesting that it be granted to another team?!

Han Zhimin was furious, yet he had no choice but to agree since so many eyes were watching, and indeed, the strength of the Heart Talk Team was not on the same level as those S-level teams.

Wei Junhao looked at his uncle with some admiration. He was quite good at reading the situation; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy for the Heart Talk Team to obtain the SS-level title. I wonder if Liang Jiuhui would laugh himself awake in his dreams if he knew?

At night, Han Zhimin glared at his youngest son with a face full of anger. Previously, he was quite proud of Han Jin, who had the highest Special Ability Level among his three sons and was also the one with the strongest attack power. Unexpectedly, he had lost them such face this time.

“Dad, don’t blame brother. That Heart Talk Team is just a team of freaks—maybe they all leveled up by consuming Crystal Cores. No one else could have won against them either,”

spoke Han Jiajia from the side. On their way back, she had even tried to have the Invisibility Ability User Wang Liang steal the recording of the match. Unexpectedly, Wei Junhao had prepared two identical boxes, and Wang Liang only managed to bring back an empty one.

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“Hmph, not only did he discredit me completely, but he also leaked the news about the enhancer we at the Han Family were researching. How can I now reveal the enhancer as a trump card?!”

Han Zhimin chastised loudly. During the meeting, many people saw Qian Hong drinking something during the match, and afterward, he displayed a Fire Element Ability of Level Six or even Level Seven. Han Zhimin had planned to use this to win people over later, but now it seemed like the whole world would know!

“Dad, I’m sorry, I did it because I didn’t want our Han Family to lose…”

Han Jin also looked embarrassed, while his elder brother, Han Yue, clearly seemed to be watching the spectacle with amusement.

“Father, I’ve made an interesting discovery,”

Han Yue said as he walked over with a tablet.

“What discovery?”

Han Zhimin asked, his anger subsiding.

“In this video, the fourth match, the name of that Metal Element Ability User,”

pointed out Han Yue, indicating the name on the screen.

“Lian Jiyue?”

Han Zhimin muttered, finding the name somewhat familiar.

“Yes, do you remember, that’s the same name as the one from aunt’s family, and he’s also a Metal Element Ability User,”

Han Yue finished, leaving everyone present in shock.

Han Wan?

The youngest son of Lian Zongren?

Isn’t he the Base Leader of E City? How did he end up in S City’s Heart Talk Team?

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In the gloomy afternoon, next to a car splattered with Dark Blood, a little girl was seriously digging for Crystal Cores with a knife, humming a crisp song as she dug.

A man beside her used his Metal Element Ability to help dig for Crystal Cores in the ground. The zombies’ heads burst open under the control of his ability, but his expression was one of pleasure, the girl’s singing making him feel as if he were on a vast grassland.

Local Tyrant Gold lay boredly on the filthy window, looking at the two people digging for Crystal Cores outside, then listlessly jumped around inside the car.

It was so boring. It really wanted to go to its grandparents, but it knew only its mistress Su Jin could take it there. Being able to come out with Qiqi today was already quite fortunate.

It was only after they’d left S City’s base that Su Jin and the others realized they’d forgotten to bring Local Tyrant Gold. But since Su Xiangzhe and Lin Cheng were driving, they didn’t go back for it—after all, people were in the base to keep it company.

Qiqi looked at a basket of dirty Crystal Cores and felt somewhat desolate.

The water they’d brought could only clean their hands and weapons; the Crystal Cores had to be brought back and washed later. Glancing at the large number of zombie corpses beside her, Mao Qiqi continued to dig.

However, on her small map, a line of people was approaching their direction.

“Someone’s coming, Xiao Yue, be careful,”

Mao Qiqi said. Although she could communicate with Lian Jiyue using spiritual power, she felt that the silence between them would be too intense if she didn’t speak since Lian Jiyue was always silent. So, she preferred to speak when she could.

Even if Lian Jiyue only responded by nodding at her as he was doing now.

Soon after, a black van stopped next to the dirty sedan, and several men and women, armed with guns, got out.

They looked at Mao Qiqi, who was holding a full basket of Crystal Cores, and the tall man beside her, then scanned the surroundings only to find that these two people were the only ones present.

Had they killed all these zombie corpses on the ground by themselves?

“It’s also possible that their people left temporarily. One person couldn’t possibly kill so many zombies,”

said a woman in a black short coat, automatically ignoring the little girl next to her.

“No matter what, when you see Crystal Cores, how can you not snatch them?”

the man with a scar on his face in the lead said and then walked forward.

They were the group that frequently robbed other teams’ Crystal Cores within S city’s range. They had just hit a score that morning and didn’t expect to run into a lonesome target on their way back.

What luck.

“Brother, hand over some of your Crystal Cores to us,”

the scar-faced man said, twirling a knife on his finger, his expression casual as if he deemed his request a certainty.

“Uncle, you want our Crystal Cores?”

Mao Qiqi asked.

“Yo! There’s a little Lolita here too. Yes, brother really wants the Crystal Cores in your hands. Just hand them over nicely, and we’ll let you both go,”

the scar-faced man said, automatically changing Mao Qiqi’s address for him from “uncle” to “brother.”

“Okay, you can have them if you’re able to take this basket of Crystal Cores,”

Mao Qiqi said with a smile as she put the basket of Crystal Cores down in front of her.

The man with the scar on his face looked back at his companions, perplexed. Someone was actually willing to let him take the Crystal Cores?

Could it be a trap?

“Xiao Si, you go get it,”

the scar-faced man turned and instructed one of his men.

“Boss, this…”

Xiao Si hesitated; he also felt there was something off but was kicked out by the woman behind him.

“What’s there to hesitate about? I’m giving you a chance,”

the woman said impatiently.

Xiao Si was angry but, thinking about his position in the team, he still went over.

The sizable basket of Crystal Cores was just sitting there quietly. As Xiao Si approached, he saw no traps, and, reaching out happily, he discovered there seemed to be an opaque shield in front of the basket—tangible, yet invisible.

“What are you dilly-dallying for? Grab it!”

the scar-faced man shouted.

The next second, however, they saw Xiao Si rolling on the ground, clutching his head in agony and groaning.