Chapter 264 Borrowing Your Team (Part 1)
Using the gap Darryl had created, William surveyed the scene. A group of men had a middle-aged man pinned near the warehouse entrance. The man was disheveled, his clothes torn, bruises marking his face and arms. Two of his assailants were driving their knees into the back of his legs, while another stood over him, barking threats.
Darryl rushed over and punched the man who had been speaking earlier, sending him flying. He then tackled the two who were kicking Dunca Perry, and a brawl ensued.
"What are you doing?" Nicholas, lagging behind the two Evolving persons, arrived to see his brother-in-law Dunca lying on the ground, covered in injuries, while Darryl was fighting with a squad.
William felt a bit helpless about Darryl's fighting style, but he knew it was common among the early Evolving persons in the apocalypse. Their bodies had evolved, but their combat skills were still crude. So they relied only on physical strength, making them otherwise like ordinary people.
Such situation would gradually change as the apocalypse progressed. Survivors would learn to efficiently use their bodies and evolved abilities through repeated battles.
The squad living here seemed to be one of the stronger ones in the Burning Fury warband. Seeing a stranger causing trouble, everyone joined the fight, putting Darryl at a disadvantage.
Nicholas was kicked out, clutching his waist as he got up. Seeing William standing still, he immediately shouted, "Help Daz! He's going to get killed!"
In early apocalypse bases, survivors who hadn't yet learned to use their bodies were still in an adaptation period. There were no established rules about killing, and the base leaders wouldn't punish an entire squad for the death of a stranger. So if Darryl got killed, it wouldn't cause a stir.
Nicholas, anxious, rushed to William's side, hoping he would help. Although William looked too frail to be of much help, his attendance might save Darryl.
William glanced at Nicholas, saying nothing and making no move.
Darryl was a one-star Evolving person, a professional, and a seasoned warrior who had survived the zombie tide battle. If his current predicament stemmed from something more than a momentary lapse in judgment, a surge of emotion at seeing his father abused, then he wasn't worth the effort William had invested in him.
If a squad with only two one-star Evolving persons and six or seven ordinary people required William's intervention, then Darryl wouldn't be worth cultivating.
"Fuck, this guy has such a good gun? It's mine now!" the man who had been demanding Dunca to beg shouted, snatching the gun Darryl had dropped, a greedy look flashing in his eyes as he glared at Darryl.
"Kill him! How dare he interfere with my business! He's asking for it!" he roared.
Seeing William unmoved, Nicholas had no choice but to rush in himself, but he was knocked out again in less than two seconds.
By this time, more and more people were gathering outside, clearly drawn by the commotion.
At this moment, Darryl began his counterattack.
Having been knocked down, he suddenly grabbed a foot that was kicking him. The person, overwhelmed by his immense strength, fell towards him and was then kicked away by him, knocking down several others.
Standing up nimbly, Darryl punched a man who was coming at him, aiming to knock him down again.
This time, he used his full strength.
Since the Hungry Tiger Knights warband had already become William's subordinates, Darryl took some mutated meat pieces that increased his physical constitution when he left. Therefore, his punch was much heavier than that of an ordinary one-star Evolving person. Although it didn't explode the man's head, it easily broke his neck. The man's face caved in, his head snapped to one side, and his chin rested on his spine.
The others were stunned. Someone had died?
Although there were deaths every day in the Burning Fury Squad, it was rare for them to be killed by a comrade. Only captains and leaders occasionally did such things.
But now, a stranger named Darryl had killed their comrade, which was a big problem.
Although Darryl was no longer the spoiled man he once was, he was still domineering and ruthless. Killing someone was nothing to him. He continued to charge forward, and moments later, he had killed four of the attackers, including one Evolving person.
Darryl pulled out a short spear hidden at his waist and thrust it through the Evolving person's throat.
The difference between the death of an ordinary person and an Evolving person was significant.
News quickly spread throughout the Burning Fury Squad, and the sound of many footsteps heading towards the warehouse could already be heard.
The leading Evolving person was stunned by Darryl's ruthlessness. It wasn't until the footsteps jolted him awake that he raised his gun to kill Darryl.
But Darryl had been anticipating this. Seizing the moment, he threw the short spear, piercing the Evolving person's heart.
The others scattered, leaving a 30-foot radius around Darryl empty.
Nicholas watched in shock. Darryl used to be a good-for-nothing, only interested in playing and wasting money. When had him become so strong?
Dunca, who was on the ground, also sat up, staring blankly at Darryl, who he thought was dead. His eyes welled up with tears. He suddenly felt that the apocalypse wasn't so bad because his son had grown up.
Then he quickly realized something. Struggling to his feet, he grabbed Darryl's arm, his eyes red, and urgently said, "We need to go, now! You killed someone. We have to leave before it's too late."
Darryl, calming his emotions after seeing his father's graying hair, glanced at William for approval. Seeing William's calm expression, he felt confident and sneered, "It's fine. We'll leave together."
With William by his side, Darryl wasn't afraid. The Burning Fury warband was reportedly ranked tenth in Accraville City, but Cloud Peak Manor wasn't to be trifled with either. In terms of overall strength, Darryl believed Cloud Peak Manor could rival the top-ranked Mercy Vanguard warband. The Burning Fury warband, ranked tenth, might be something William could wipe out on his own.
Nicholas and Dunca, anxious, tried to pull Darryl away, but they couldn't move a one-star Evolving person.
"If Darryl says it's fine, then it's fine," William said casually, seeing their anxiety.
Feeling even more assured, Darryl took out two bottles of Evolution Elixir from his backpack and handed them to Nicholas and Dunca. "Inject them quickly!"
Everyone was stunned.
Darryl, who had just been on a killing spree, now took out two bottles of Evolution Elixir. How amazing!
Even at its peak strength, the Burning Fury Squad had only a few dozen Evolving individuals, making up about one-tenth of the camp. Everyone knew how hard it was for an ordinary person to obtain a bottle of Evolution Elixir, yet Darryl had just taken out two!
Many squad leaders watching from afar were tempted, their eyes fixed on Darryl's backpack.
Then, the crowd parted, and an imposing group walked in. Leading them was a young man of about twenty-five. His gaze swept over the bodies on the ground, and his anger flared up. Pointing at Darryl and the others standing among the corpses, he shouted, "Kill them!"
William frowned slightly and said calmly, "Killing without asking for a reason might be acceptable for enemies, but isn't it excessive to do this to people in your own camp?"
The young man turned his gaze to William and snorted. "And him!"
The people who had come with him obeyed without a word, rushing forward with short knives and daggers, clearly Evolving persons.
These must be the elite squad mentioned earlier.
"Mr. Jenkins, let me explain," Nicholas cried out, hoping Doug Jenkins would rescind the order.
But before Doug could respond, Nicholas suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. William had somehow appeared in front of Doug, one hand gripping Doug's throat!
"And me?" William questioned, his eyes filled with killing intent, ready to crush the now terrified Doug's throat.
"No, bro, please show mercy," a voice suddenly said.
