Chapter 64: Wells

Wells fell into silence upon hearing the name "Li Wei."

Two days ago, when the mechanical creatures rioted, he was still in the hospital. In fact, his injuries had almost recovered, but the emotional trauma was not so easily healed.

The death of Cuihe had hit him too hard. Cuihe, his childhood playmate, his brother, had died because of his own rashness, impulsiveness, and stupidity.

He knew that if he strictly followed the guild's rules, he would be severely punished. It was only because he had a highly respected grandfather backing him that these punishments would be completely avoided.

But while he could avoid the guild's punishment, he couldn't avoid self-punishment from within his heart. He always remembered Cuihe's gray face when the doctor pronounced him dead, and he always remembered the hateful look from another good friend, Alu, when he looked at him.

He began to reflect on himself for the first time. He felt that he was truly wrong.

His will began to falter, and the internal pain continued to torment him.

If it weren't for the mechanical uprising affecting the district hospital, forcing him to fight, he didn't know how long he would have continued to be depressed.

The night before last, he had gone through a tough battle at the district hospital, holding on until the guild's support arrived, and repelled the siege of semi-mechanical monsters. After that, he did not team up with anyone, but with his fists, he began a solitary hunting operation. All the depression, all the torment, turned into a burning anger, vented on the heads of those monsters.

Last night, he happened to be near the Minggao neighborhood and encountered a group of enemies with a small scale but with a half-mechanical Flesh Giant. They directly blocked the group escorting civilians inside.

There were people with weapons among the organized refugees, Zheng Zaishun's hunter team, and him, along with a few who claimed to be travelers but were strong individuals. They established a defense line at the neighborhood gate and repelled several attacks from the semi-mechanical creatures, barely saving their lives.

But the situation did not improve. Zheng Zaishun's team had four hunters, with only himself being a high-level Evolutionist. The other three were at the Extreme level. Among the five travelers, only one specialized in the Power Chain.

With the strength of the two of them, even if they joined forces, they might not be able to deal with the Flesh Giant, let alone such a successfully modified half-mechanical creature.

So, they could only rely on the terrain, organize defenses, and defend hard.

Last night, the defense line was almost breached. Zheng Zaishun and the strongest of the travelers, a guy named Wang Erde, joined forces to injure the Flesh Giant, barely stabilizing the defense line of the neighborhood.

But in that battle, both Zheng Zaishun's hunter team and the traveler team suffered heavy losses.

Two Extreme-level travelers were shot by Gatling guns and K5 semi-automatic rifles with hundreds of bullets. Even with strong bodies, they couldn't hold on and died on the spot. Another Extreme-level hunter was smashed in the chest by the Flesh Giant's heavy hammer, and his whole chest turned into mush, dying on the spot.

At the same time, the originally more than seventy armed militia defending themselves were reduced to just over fifty.

A third of their fighting strength was gone.

However, there were also gains. The Flesh Giant, leading two infantry platoons and a considerable number of semi-mechanical hunting dogs, was reduced by half after the battle.

However, despite this, the situation was still very bad. In fact, if it weren't for the support team from the Clover branch arriving, they would have been prepared to break out—break out alone, abandoning the refugees.

There was no choice. Hunters were not soldiers. Zheng Zaishun's team had already lost one, and he and the other two didn't want to lose their lives here for the refugees.

After all, for hunters, this was just a commission.

It was the travelers who were more determined than the hunters. Their attitude seemed to be more prepared to fight alongside the refugees to the end.

Wells also didn't intend to leave. If this was a punishment from heaven, he was willing to accept it with an open heart.

He decided to fight to the end.

However, everything changed for the better after the support team from the Clover branch arrived.

Zheng Zaishun, who had been serious all day, smiled, as did the traveler named Wang Erde.

Hope was rekindled, but Wells couldn't be happy.

His mood was quite complicated. To be honest, he didn't want to see Li Wei.

Wells didn't know how to face Li Wei, let alone how to face the nightmare he had created with his own hands a few days ago.

Lost in his thoughts, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw Zheng Zaishun's square face.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," Wells waved his hand.

Zheng Zaishun didn't mind. In the past day of fighting side by side, he had a great appreciation for Wells' strength. His iron fists were very powerful.

The Hunter's Guild of Iron Cross Avenue was also very famous, but among the young people of this generation, there were not many outstanding ones like Wells. The only person who could definitely defeat Wells was probably the first disciple of the Iron Cross's young generation, the Sakura Sword God's direct disciple, Su Zixia.

Zheng Zaishun thought that Wells was not a leader or a core figure of the Clover youth generation, but such a person would surely have achievements in the future, so it was not bad to make friends now.

He said, "By the way, Wells, do you know Li Wei?"

After a moment of thought, he said, "I know him, but not familiar."

Zheng Zaishun didn't realize Wells' mood. In his impression, this young man with a strong physique had always worn such a gloomy expression. He continued, "The support team from Clover is led by Li Wei. Is he a strong person?"

After thinking for a moment, Wells said, "Very strong."

"Oh? That's great! It seems that we have another high-level Evolutionist on our side." Zheng Zaishun naturally thought so.

"No, he hasn't even completed Extreme Tempering."

"Huh?"