The last number was just counted by Sheriff, and he suddenly felt his body becoming numb. He was shocked and couldn’t believe what was happening. When did this happen? How could he lose consciousness in his body?

"Is it because of that wound just now? Did you put some anesthetic on the knife?" Sheriff couldn’t help but think back and realized that the only contact he had with Waldo was when he got cut by the knife.

Looking at the gradually weakening Sheriff, Waldo finally smiled. "You’re not dumb."

Sheriff sneered, not afraid at all. "So what? I can recover quickly! A mere anesthetic won’t stop me. In a matter of seconds, I can absorb it!"

Waldo slowly removed his combat helmet. "When did I say it was an anesthetic?"

Sheriff’s face stiffened. It was true; Waldo never explicitly stated that it was an anesthetic. It was Sheriff who assumed that it was a paralyzing agent.

Waldo took out the same dagger again and made a gesture of licking the blade. "This dagger is coated with poison."

"What? Poison on the blade?!" Sheriff was shocked. No wonder his body felt numb, and his mind was in a haze. It was like being roasted by fire.

"Hiss!" Waldo licked the back of the blade.

Sheriff watched in silence for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You fool! You knew the blade was poisoned, yet you still licked it!"

Waldo blinked. "But I have the antidote."

Sheriff was speechless. Indeed, this formidable opponent would never make such a basic mistake. He must have had the antidote ready.

His lips began to turn white, and his pupils became dilated. He was starting to feel like he was going to die.

Sheriff’s heart raced as he wondered what kind of poison it could be. He had never encountered such a potent poison before. Just a little contact with the poison caused his mind to become clouded. It was even more terrifying than the venom of the seven-step viper.

Waldo smiled faintly and calmly revealed the horrifying truth. "Oh, it’s a concentrated essence extracted from zombie blood."

Sheriff was thunderstruck. He had suspected that the poison was not ordinary, but he never expected it to be related to zombie blood.

The idea of zombie blood poisoning hadn’t even crossed his mind. After all, in the old world, anyone who got bitten or contaminated by zombie blood would turn into a zombie themselves.

With his abdomen cut and exposed to zombie blood, does that mean Sheriff is going to become a zombie soon?!

Why wasn’t Waldo afraid? He also got contaminated by zombie blood just now.

Wait a minute! He said he has the antidote?!

Could it be that Waldo has some kind of antiviral serum or something?

Sheriff was already struggling to maintain his transformed state.

He never expected that, due to a careless mistake, the situation would suddenly be reversed. He was about to die!

At this moment, his head felt dizzy, and he had an involuntary urge to gnaw on the bodies of the police members around him. The smell of blood was so enticing.

Sheriff struggled to suppress the impulse, gazing at Waldo without saying a word for a long time.

Waldo also felt very fortunate. He never imagined that all his resources would be useless in front of Sheriff. In the end, it was the dagger stained with zombie blood that played a crucial role. It felt really suffocating!

Fortunately, Sheriff finally made a mistake and didn’t dodge in time. If he had been more cautious, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. After all, he was a seasoned old-school mercenary who danced on the edge of a knife. Making such a low-level mistake was really unacceptable!

But because he had been suppressed by Waldo all along and had no outlet for his frustrations, he got carried away when he finally had the upper hand after transforming into the beast-like state.

Seeing Sheriff in a hopeless situation, Waldo provocatively raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything else you want to say now? Oh, is it your last words?"

Sheriff smiled bitterly. "10086, what’s your name? I don’t want to die at the hands of an unknown person."

They had fought for so long, and he didn’t even know Waldo’s name. It was absurd. Despite making efforts to gather information about Waldo, he remained well hidden. No face, no name. Just a number.

Sheriff was curious to know his name. It might be his obsession at this point. After living for more than half a lifetime, he encountered such a powerful opponent that made him feel powerless. Perhaps underestimating Waldo was his biggest mistake.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Zombie blood flowed within him, and he was about to meet his end. How ironic fate could be!

Upon hearing this question, Waldo didn’t deliberately conceal his identity. He openly revealed his name. "I am Waldo."

Sheriff was somewhat taken aback. He never expected 10086’s name to be so ordinary. "Waldo, please, shoot me and kill me! I don’t want to become a zombie!"

Taking a deep breath, Sheriff couldn’t bear the thought of succumbing to a fate of becoming a mindless, drooling walking corpse. He prided himself on his self-importance and could never imagine himself in such a deplorable state.

However, Waldo didn’t comply with his request. "Why should I help you fulfill your wish?" Waldo put on his combat helmet and looked at the helpless Sheriff sitting on the ground. "Why should I satisfy your demands? You’re taking things for granted."

Sheriff’s condition was deteriorating rapidly as the zombie blood in his body began to take its toll. His muscles were dissolving, and he felt his body reassembling itself in an inexplicable manner. The urge to bite into the bodies of the surrounding police members overwhelmed him. "The smell of blood is so enticing," he thought.

Sheriff struggled to control himself and gazed at Waldo, his eyes showing signs of clarity amidst the chaos. "Waldo, you’re so cruel! You know I will die because of this!"

Waldo sneered. "Cruel? Weren’t you the one who brought a group of people to attack me? Weren’t you taking advantage of my vulnerable state? Wasn’t that cruel enough?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Sheriff tried to speak, but his words were becoming slurred. The infection was taking its toll, and his body was rapidly losing control. He was on the brink of becoming a zombie.

Laughing, Waldo continued, "Sheriff, I have an antidote here. If you beg me, perhaps I’ll give it to you."

Despite everything, Sheriff was wavering. Begging for mercy and becoming a subordinate of someone he saw as a junior? That was out of the question for him. But as he faced the prospect of becoming a mindless zombie, he couldn’t help but waver in his resolve.

Waldo dangled a bottle of antidote in front of Sheriff, and the realization struck him. "It’s the antidote! This is the cure that can save me!"

Sheriff was overwhelmed with emotion. He had never seen an antidote before, but he was convinced that this was it.

As Waldo dangled the bottle in front of him, Sheriff’s resolve weakened. He felt a mix of desperation and hope. "Waldo, I’m begging you, please give me the antidote. I’ll be eternally grateful for your mercy!"

However, Waldo was far from satisfied with Sheriff’s pleading. He rolled his eyes in disapproval. "Is that all you’ve got? Is this how you beg someone for help? It seems you still haven’t grasped the situation."

Sheriff felt puzzled. He had never begged anyone before, so how could he know how to do it properly? He thought he was doing everything he could.

Annoyed, Waldo made it clear that he was disappointed with Sheriff’s display. "Is that it? Is this how you beg for help? Have you lived your entire life without learning anything? Are you truly so helpless?"

Sheriff was taken aback. He had never begged before, so how could he know the proper way to do it? Waldo seemed unsatisfied with his performance.

As Waldo’s patience dwindled, he expressed his discontentment visibly. Not understanding the situation, Sheriff struggled to maintain his composure. This was the first time in his life that he had asked someone for help, and he wasn’t familiar with the appropriate demeanor.

Nonetheless, Waldo grew increasingly impatient and irritated. Sheriff realized that he needed to beg properly if he wanted to receive the antidote.

With great effort, Sheriff bit his lip and managed to force a smile.

"Waldo, it’s my fault for being brainless! As long as you’re willing to give me the antidote, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll be your servant, I’ll go east if you tell me to, I won’t go west! All my belongings are yours! Please spare me, don’t let me turn into a zombie, I don’t want to die!"

"Master! You’re my master! I’ll be your loyal servant! Please allow me to kiss your feet!" Sheriff had completely cast aside his pride and arrogance. In the face of death, none of that mattered anymore.

Surprisingly, Sheriff adapted quickly and continued his pleas. "Waldo, if you save my life, from now on, I’m yours. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it without hesitation. I beg you, please spare me!"

Waldo nodded with some satisfaction. He realized that Sheriff was quite skilled at being humble and submissive. After overcoming that initial hesitation, Sheriff’s words flowed smoothly, almost as if he was born for this task.

Waldo, on the other hand, was feeling a bit embarrassed. He hadn’t expected the once powerful and arrogant Sheriff to change his tune so quickly. In the old world, Sheriff might have been considered a master of social hierarchy and an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage.

To be honest, Waldo didn’t find any pleasure in this situation; instead, he found it rather annoying. He had thought that Sheriff was a formidable opponent, and their previous encounter had been influenced by the game’s system.

But as soon as the antidote was brought up, Sheriff’s true colors surfaced. He abandoned his dignity and begged for mercy.

Waldo raised his pistol slowly, a mocking smile forming on his lips. Sheriff grew anxious, and all thoughts of imminent death vanished. Now that he saw a glimmer of hope, he couldn’t accept his impending doom so easily.

He thought to himself, "How could I die when there’s a chance to live? I won’t give up so easily!"

Sheriff immediately dropped to his knees, crying and pleading with Waldo. "Father! Sir! My ancestors! Please spare me, I really don’t want to die!"

His tears flowed freely as he confessed, "I was a scoundrel, and my past actions were inhumane. I shouldn’t have provoked you. Please, have mercy and spare me! Everything I have is yours, just don’t kill me and don’t let me become a zombie!"

Waldo shook his head, undoing the safety of the pistol. He had made it clear that one of them had to die. His earlier teasing was just to see how Sheriff would react. He expected Sheriff to be resolute and unyielding, but instead, he found a desperate and genuine plea.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Waldo asked as he aimed the gun at Sheriff’s head.

Sheriff was trembling with anger. He realized that Waldo had played him; there was never any intention to spare his life.

In a fit of rage, Sheriff cursed, "Waldo!"