Chapter 76: Desperation—The Actress's Plea!

"If I wanted to do something improper to you, could you stop me?" Xue Feng spoke in a calm tone.

Hao Yifei was momentarily stunned, then popped the little pill into her mouth. She didn't care whether there might be any problems with it. Just as Xue Feng said, she had no choice.

But if Xue Feng tried anything, she absolutely would not submit.

"There are still too many zombies here. Where is the warehouse? Take me there," Xue Feng said, hacking down a zombie.

After the third-tier mutant was eliminated, the other zombies scattered like headless flies, lacking a clear target. Still, many surged toward Xue Feng and Hao Yifei.

"You want to go to the warehouse! Who are you, really?" Hao Yifei's eyes remained vigilant.

"I don't need you to lead the way. I could find it myself. But without my protection, can you hold off these zombies?" Xue Feng had already noticed that after the recent fight, Hao Yifei was out of breath. Even a first-tier mutant could potentially finish her.

"Fine," Hao Yifei replied, biting her lip lightly. The moment she attacked Zhao Bin, she had made up her mind to leave this base and become a free person. She still didn't know what the man before her intended, but she had no choice but to cooperate.

Under Hao Yifei's guidance, Xue Feng quickly arrived at the underground warehouse. The guards had long since vanished—whether they fled or were killed by zombies, no one knew.

Xue Feng broke the chain-locked iron door, and the two entered. Then he blocked the door, making it temporarily safe from zombie intrusion. After all this, Hao Yifei collapsed onto the ground, panting hard.

To avoid the man's gaze, she wore camouflage and a loose T-shirt, yet it still could not hide her commanding presence.

Xue Feng, upon seeing the underground warehouse and the vast array of munitions, was elated. This trip had not been in vain!

[Ding!]
[Intelligence verification successful. Congratulations, ability upgrade reward obtained.]
[Ability Copy Level +2.]
Ability Copy Level +2!

Xue Feng was full of anticipation. This ability was far too convenient. He was almost impatient now. If his level continued to rise, the number of abilities he could copy would grow ever greater.

Without bothering to check what exactly was in the armory, Xue Feng simply swept everything into his spatial backpack.

Hao Yifei, half sitting on the ground, was dumbfounded. She couldn't fathom how so many weapons could vanish in the blink of an eye. It was the sheer volume of munitions that made transferring them all at once impossible; that's why the boss had built a new base here, stationed hundreds to guard, and could only transport a little at a time every few days.

Now, unexpectedly, it was all gone in an instant.

How many secrets did this man harbor? Easily eliminating a third-tier mutant, his ability seemed to be lightning—yet he could also make supplies disappear.

Hao Yifei was baffled, but when she noticed the blood of zombies staining her shoe sole, she revealed an expression of disgust. She then gently slipped off her left flat shoe, curling her foot behind her in a graceful arc.

Though she wore sheer black stockings, the delicate skin beneath her sole was still clearly visible. Her elegant, pale feet revealed faintly pulsing veins. The sweat-soaked stockings tightly enveloped her toes.

Hao Yifei took out a tissue from her pocket, carefully wiping each toe clean, then the sole of her shoe. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She had a touch of obsessive cleanliness and could not abide such filth. But now, in the apocalypse, she could ask for no more.

If someone had told Hao Yifei before the outbreak that her shoes would be covered in flesh and blood—and she would not scream or go mad—she would never have believed it.

The end of the world had changed far too many people.

When Hao Yifei looked up, she found that, at some point, Xue Feng's gaze had settled on her.

"You! You're spying on me!" Hao Yifei snapped, quickly putting her shoe back on.

Xue Feng wanted to say that he had already taken in every detail of Hao Yifei, but such words were inappropriate now.

"You weren't hiding from anyone. How could it be spying?" Xue Feng flashed a rogueish smile.

No matter what, the scene just now had sent his blood racing. No wonder she was a star—every movement exuded charm.

Hao Yifei was momentarily speechless. It seemed true; besides, this was no longer before the outbreak. What did it matter if someone looked at her feet? To encounter a man who could restrain himself and not immediately rush at her was already rare.

"Who are you, really, and where did you come from?" Hao Yifei finally couldn't help but ask.

"I'm just an ordinary survivor," Xue Feng said, spreading his hands.

Ordinary survivor? If Xue Feng was ordinary, what did that make her?

"If I'm not mistaken, you serve some powerful force, right? Now that this place has fallen into chaos, how will you explain yourself?" Xue Feng smiled faintly, continuing.

Indeed, how would she explain?

Hao Yifei did not know that Zhao Bin had already been eliminated by Xue Feng. She believed that, with Zhao Bin's strength, he still had a slim chance of survival. If Zhao Bin returned to the boss and reported everything with embellishments, especially since she had wounded Zhao Bin—her power's injury was unique, ordinary weapons could not cause such a result—the boss would surely believe she had attacked Zhao Bin and thus caused the base's downfall.

"With your strength, you must have a strong base behind you. Can I join?" Hao Yifei asked softly, biting her lip.

The last time she humbled herself like this was before the apocalypse. Back then, Hao Yifei was a newcomer, pleading with her company's president for a chance to release an album. The president blatantly demanded she sleep with him as a condition.

In the end, Hao Yifei angrily switched to another agency, enduring countless setbacks before finally soaring to fame, becoming the nation's goddess.

From then on, she resolved never to beg anyone again. Even when joining her previous force, it was because they sought her abilities and extended an olive branch. Hao Yifei had never begged from start to finish.

But now, Hao Yifei realized that if she did not humble herself, she might not survive. Dignity was important, but she did not want to die.

"You want to join?" Xue Feng looked at Hao Yifei with a half-smile.

He had been wondering how to raise the subject himself, but unexpectedly, this celebrity had taken the initiative.

It seemed the intelligence prompt was right—Hao Yifei's mental state was indeed on the verge of collapse.

Well then, he ought to seize the opportunity and make more demands.