Chapter 120: The Traitor Within

The squad leader had only just begun to speak when Guo Yu’s gaze locked onto a person. By the time the leader finished, Guo Yu had already dragged that individual to the front.

“Wu Tieming, a fellow villager of Wu Qihao. You must be the one he was talking about,” Guo Yu said coldly, his eyes sharp and unwelcoming.

Wu Tieming’s expression instantly turned panicked, and his first instinct was to flee.

If the squad leader still had a chance to survive, Wu Tieming knew he had none.

When Guo Yu first arrived in Dawn City, Wu Tieming was his squad leader and had taken some care of him.

Later, Guo Yu’s outstanding performance earned him his own command as squad leader.

As Guo Yu grew stronger, he eventually became Wu Tieming’s superior, rising to the rank of battalion commander.

Despite this, Guo Yu had always respected Wu Tieming. After Wu followed him to Fangxia, he cared for him even more.

When the little girl first approached Guo Yu, saying Fangxia wanted him to assign reliable people to guard the farms and ranches, Wu Tieming recommended his old village mate, Wu Qiming.

Guo Yu was also familiar with Wu Qiming; both had been members of Wu Tieming’s squad.

He never expected that those he trusted so deeply would betray him in this way.

Suddenly, Wu Tieming sprang up and sprinted several dozen meters away. Without hesitation, Guo Yu activated his skill.

With his skill activated, Guo Yu’s speed skyrocketed. No matter how hard Wu Tieming tried, Guo Yu caught up with ease.

Realizing he couldn’t outrun him, Wu Tieming drew his battle knife and swung fiercely at Guo Yu.

A flash of disappointment crossed Guo Yu’s eyes.

The person he trusted most in his team was now swinging a blade at him.

When Guo Yu chased him down, he had even put his knife away, leaving Wu Tieming a sliver of room to explain.

But now, Guo Yu no longer wanted to listen.

He stopped abruptly, twisted his body, and easily dodged Wu Tieming’s attack.

A battle knife appeared in Guo Yu’s right hand as well. Wu Tieming tried to block, but Guo Yu’s speed was overwhelming.

“Brother Fang.”

Back before Fangxia, Guo Yu bowed his head deeply.

Fangxia said nothing.

This young man’s strength was indeed as formidable as in his previous life, but his nature was far too kind.

After this incident, hopefully, he would mature quickly.

“Is there anyone else who wants to confess or report themselves?”

Just when it seemed the matter was settled, Fangxia suddenly looked toward the crowd behind them.

Many felt a chill in their hearts. Was Commander Fang serious, or was he using this incident to make a move?

If the latter, everyone present could be implicated.

At this moment, Lu Dezhi didn’t dare utter a sound.

Although it appeared the problem lay with Guo Yu’s team, Fangxia had gathered everyone to assert his authority.

He might even find an excuse to eliminate several high-ranking members of his own team.

Moreover, by now the area was surrounded by people—all beautiful young women.

The strength of Fangxia’s team was well known; the weakest were all third-level fighters, comparable to most battalion commanders.

As for higher-level power, they were unmatched.

Fangxia, Liu Rui, Li Xiaochun, and Bai Xing—the four assassins—were forces no faction in Dawn City could withstand.

From the crowd behind, the little girl emerged and stood beside Fangxia.

Only then did many realize some key members of Fangxia’s harem team were still absent.

Bai Xing—the most notorious assassin in Dawn City—moved with uncanny agility, her skills mysterious enough to ambush even fifth-level zombies.

As she came into view, she wasn’t alone. She carried another person in her arms.

“Wu Qihao!”

Someone who recognized him shouted his name in surprise but quickly silenced themselves.

Shouting now might cause them to be treated as accomplices.

Wu Qihao was disheveled, bloodstained, his legs clearly broken.

“Bang!”

He was thrown to the ground, unable even to sit upright, collapsing like a dead dog.

“Brother Fang, you told me to watch him last night. As expected, he tried to escape in the middle of the night.”

Bai Xing stood beside Fangxia, and her words sent a shock through the crowd.

Unexpectedly, Fangxia had anticipated this the night before and assigned Bai Xing to guard him.

Seeing Wu Qihao lying there like a dead dog, Guo Yu clenched his fists tightly. If Fangxia hadn’t stayed silent, he would have crushed him with a single punch.

“Besides you and Wu Tieming, is there anyone else who knows about this?”

Fangxia crouched down, looking at the broken Wu Qihao—unrecognizable compared to the day before.

“Since you’re going to die anyway, why protect secrets for others? This is the apocalypse, not a polite dispute among the comfortable. There’s no point in being stubborn.”

“Hahaha, you think I’d do this on Guo Yu’s orders? Do you believe it? Do you dare to believe it?”

The room fell silent except for Wu Qihao’s mad laughter.

“Guo Yu, kill him.”

Fangxia stood up.

Attempts to sow discord wouldn’t work on him; he wasn’t the lone wolf type who thrived on suspicion. Besides, he could hear Guo Yu’s thoughts.

Guo Yu clenched his fist and without further words, struck Wu Qihao’s head hard. The laughter abruptly stopped.

“Brother Fang, I—”

Fangxia waved his hand, signaling Guo Yu to stay silent.

“Last night, I ordered Yun Yun to notify all battalion commanders and above to gather today, and instructed that this matter must not be leaked.”

“However, I unexpectedly discovered several interesting things.”

Many grew tense, uncertain of Fangxia’s intent.

“The most incredible thing is that some people amazed me by holding multiple positions simultaneously.”

As he spoke, Fangxia approached a man and suddenly grabbed him.

“I want to know—Chen Gang sent you to the Bloody Clothes faction, then the White Clothes faction sent you to the Lone Wolf faction, and finally the Lone Wolf sent you here. So whose side are you really on?”

With a sharp sound, everyone around quickly distanced themselves from him.

Playing double agent to this extent was truly a feat—collecting salaries from four major powers. Impressive.

“Tell me, which one pays the most? I’d like to compare.”

“Commander Fang, I—”

The man’s face shifted repeatedly, trying to resist but failing, attempting to explain but unsure how.

Fangxia pushed him away, and three women stepped forward, their battle knives pressed firmly against his neck.

After a few steps, Fangxia grabbed another person.

“Surprised? You only take two salaries—from Lone Wolf and me—but your so-called colleagues collect four.”

Three more women appeared.

The scene grew eerily silent. Everyone cautiously eyed those beside them but kept their gaze fixed on Fangxia’s path.