Chapter 90 Where is the Roulette
"Ulysses, I get thirty-five more this time. Should be enough, right?" Peter came running in excitedly with a spear. He casually closed the door of the hotel they had cleared of zombies, holding a bunch of blood-stained magic crystals.
Ulysses was changing Owen's bandages. Even as evolvers, a spear wound wasn't easy to heal. They had gone through a lot to get these medical supplies, even clashing with other survivors. These supplies were bought with lives—other people's lives!
Ulysses glared at the loud Peter, about to scold him for making so much noise. But when he saw Peter's disfigured face, he held back his words.
Wounds could heal, but broken bones couldn't. If it were peacetime, Peter could have surgery to fix the cheekbone Thomas had shattered. It would eventually heal in time.
But in this apocalypse, they couldn't find a doctor, so it had to stay this way. Over the past few days, Peter's face had stopped hurting, but the broken bones had started to fuse due to his evolved physique.
From now on, this once handsome guy would have to live with this ugly face. Ulysses felt bad for Peter.
"How many crystals do we have in total?" Ulysses finished bandaging Owen's wound, walked over, and squatted down. He picked up a cigarette he had just smoked, lit it, and asked.
Peter stuck the spear in the ground, dumped a bag of magic crystals on the floor, and counted them, saying, "Over three hundred now should be enough."
Ulysses shook his head dismissively. He reminded Peter, "Did you forget how we failed last time? We wasted the two hundred and sixty crystals we got from trading those silver shoes."
Peter winced at the memory. "Who knew, it would take more and more crystals each time to spin that thing?"
"It's not worth complaining. We're lucky to have found that roulette. Otherwise, we might all be dead," Owen interjected and sat up slowly. His wound still hurt but was much better than a few days ago. In four or five days, it wouldn't be a big issue.
"Too bad we didn't catch up with the team that stole those three treasures. We could've traded them for crystals to get Owen a profession," Peter said.
Ulysses grunted but didn't say anything.
He was strong, a Hercules class, and the most meticulous of the three. This was the reason why he was their leader. He knew that although they gave up chasing that team, it wasn't a loss. That team had three evolved members, including a very skilled woman with a powerful gun.
Neither he nor Peter could take her on alone, and Owen, without a profession, was no match. If they had kept chasing, things would have gotten tricky when the unconscious man they were carrying woke up.
Besides, with the powerful Thomas around, even if they got something, it would be taken from them. It wasn't worth the risk.
But Ulysses didn't say this out loud. Keeping Peter's anger was important. Otherwise, he'd brood over his ruined face.
"Fuck, Francis and his gang took over the roulette while we are gone. I ran into them today, and both Francis and his brother are evolvers now. They are so arrogant. I wanted to kill them," Owen said.
"We already got the best thing from that roulette. Take it if they want to," Ulysses remarked as he glanced at Owen. The best item from the roulette was the Light Blade Skill Scroll, which disappeared after they got it.
"Yes. Owen, you are really lucky. You spun it five times and got three evolution potions and a Skill Scroll. Only one spin was bad. That's an amazing rate. I hear Francis spins it over ten times and only gets an evolution potion. And that colored roulette, you got two Career Scroll in two spins. It is incredible," Peter said.
Ulysses smiled at this, about to say something, when his face suddenly changed. He leaped towards Owen, but it was too late. A figure climbed in through the window, a silver knife already at Owen's throat.
"It's you!?" Ulysses said.
William nodded in acknowledgment. He greeted, "It's me."
When Peter reached for his spear, the door was kicked open. Two people with guns rushed in, pointing them at him, making him freeze.
Ulysses felt despair. He hadn't expected to be ambushed in this room they'd stayed in for days. This was the seventh floor! The outer wall was smooth tiles. How did they get up here?
Jack walked over quickly, pressing the gun to Peter's head. He instructed angrily, "Hands on your head. Squat down! Fuck, weren't you chasing me a few days ago? Keep going now!"
Candice tilted her head. Ulysses had no choice but to squat like Peter.
Even as an evolved and professional, Ulysses couldn't dodge bullets at this range.
A simple ambush had subdued two professionals and an evolver. This only happened in the early days of the apocalypse. Over time, survivors learned to be cautious, setting traps and alarms around their homes.
"Kill us if you want, but don't think we'll beg for mercy!" Owen claimed, despite having the Edge of the Moon at her throat, spoke bravely.
William said calmly, "Killing you wouldn't be this complicated. With your alertness, I have at least ten ways to kill you silently."
Owen's face changed. She helplessly declared, "Fine, kill me. I'll think of it as a mosquito bite."
William was taken aback, wondering if she had some persecution complex.
Jack laughed at this, looking at the two squatting men. He teased her, "Which one of you is the mosquito? Or are you both mosquitoes?"
"Fuck!" Owen started to curse at Jack, but William knocked her out with a hand chop. Natalie quickly tied her to the bed.
William walked up to Ulysses, put away the Edge of the Moon, and said, "I'll ask you one question. Simply give the answer, and I'll let you go. Don't answer, and I'll kill you."
"Go ahead!" Ulysses was straightforward as he replied. He knew they had to surrender now, or they'd be killed for sure. This was different from before. No one would catch you for murder now.
"Where's the colored roulette?" William asked.
Hearing this, Peter and Ulysses looked grim. The roulette was their biggest secret. If they revealed it, the remaining items would be gone.
After a few seconds, William turned to draw his knife, aiming at the unconscious Owen.
"Wait!" Ulysses stood up to stop him, but Candice knocked him down with a gun butt.
William's knife hovered over Owen's head. Ulysses, bleeding on the floor, realized that if he hadn't shouted, this man would have killed her.
Because at that moment, the aura William exuded was the same as when he killed.
"Where?" William asked again.
"1107, Building 83, Lakeside Community," Ulysses said.
"Take me there," William said.
