Abyss Summoner-Chapter 265 - 260: Public Opinion

East Bridge.

Another freezing weather.

The cold wind howled as it blew, the city's surrounding plants had long withered, showing the ever-changing weather of the apocalypse, while the sky was gloomy, as if it were about to snow.

It is now winter, and everywhere is filled with a desolate atmosphere.

Yet today, East Bridge seemed more lively than ever, the sky was cold, but people's hearts were warm, the entire East Bridge was bustling, from households to professionals, warriors, down to the survivors and refugees, all were talking.

Every corner of East Bridge was discussing one thing, the forces of East Bridge had defeated the zombie horde, even killing the enemy leader on the spot, solidifying their victory.

A few days ago, a disaster struck, a settlement dozens of miles away was surrounded by zombies, with countless casualties, sparking panic, everyone was trembling in fear that by the next day, zombies would reach the city walls.

But now it's alright, the zombie horde has been pushed back, the warriors have held the settlement, indicating that East Bridge will not be affected—this is an enormous joy.

Everyone eased the burden in their hearts, changing their anxious expressions of recent days, letting out a long sigh of relief.

The market.

On a construction site.

In East Bridge, there were many construction sites, here gathered a group of people, all pitiful souls in the post-apocalyptic environment, working hard to exchange labor for a meager portion of food.

These people were of various walks of life, all kinds of identities, and due to the harsh working environment, fights, injuries, and even fatalities occurred frequently.

However, in today's world, nothing is cheaper than a human life, as long as these ant-like folks can keep working, not starting a riot, the patrollers just turn a blind eye, not paying much attention.

Though called a construction site, it actually encompassed many things, because of the large number of people, it was also a small black market, with strong alcohol, intelligence, and even underground boxing matches.

The painful life could drive people mad, in such an environment, some ordinary people even hosted boxing matches, where the stake was nothing else but the food they worked hard to earn.

Every week at a specific time, there would be underground boxing matches, with almost no rules, until the opponent couldn't get up was the end, and fatalities occurred often.

At this time, due to the zombie horde, the originally planned boxing match was halted for a session, everyone was busy with their own affairs, be it working, or sitting together with food, chatting, joking.

A worker with no front teeth walked into the crowd, he was small and skinny, opening his mouth revealing missing front teeth, making him look somewhat funny.

The worker held a dark piece of bread, chewing a bite, it was made from a mix of tree roots and food, although it didn't taste good, he ate it with relish.

Perhaps being too bored, the worker involuntarily changed the subject: "By the way! Have you heard? There were many evolved zombies in the zombie horde, one punch could crack open a giant tree, some have wings, and can even fly."

This sentence made the nearby people quiet, then someone asked: "Where did you hear this news? If the zombies were really that terrifying, wouldn't our people have suffered great casualties?"

"Hey, listen to yourself, with Major Xu present, no matter how tough the zombies were, they were just targets, could be cut down easily," the worker was obviously a fan of Xu Hongzhuang, even using a military rank while mentioning her name.

However, the men beside were somewhat unrestrained, loudly saying: "The world has turned upside down, men and women reversed, but no matter how tough, isn't she still ridden by someone? Hey, I wonder who could be so lucky..."

"Haha, exactly exactly!"

"Don't even say, with that little body, if we could ride her, living five years less, no! Ten years would be worth it!"

A group of people brazenly unleashed a spree of verbal indulgence.

However, no one noticed the worker's face became somewhat odd, the originally funny face turned gloomy, looking at these people, even his eyes showed a flash of murderous intent.

"Not right!"

Amidst the heated discussion, a man with a scar on his cheek stepped out, spoke solemnly: "What can a woman achieve on her own, I've heard, the reason they succeeded this time was all thanks to Li Chuan, it was he who personally decapitated the Zombie Commander!"

Mister!

Apparently, compared to the worker, he was a die-hard supporter of the conservative faction.

Li Chuan!

Some people around inhaled audibly.

Even the originally laughing crowd's expressions turned a bit serious, compared to the distant Xu Hongzhuang, Li Chuan was not unfamiliar to these people, during previous boxing matches, Li Chuan attended several times, he seemed to love blood, offering bonus rewards each time, but with one request, the victory condition must be killing the opponent.

The powerful have the ability to decide life and death.

Xu Hongzhuang was high above, they seemed to think, no matter how they discussed, they wouldn't meet her, so indulgence followed, but Li Chuan was different, they witnessed his fearsome reputation, so when his name was mentioned, some showed signs of fear.

The scar-faced man also didn't expect this result, he sneered coldly, said to the worker: "Put away your pathetic act, Xu Hongzhuang is just a woman, compared with Mister Li Chuan, she's far too lacking, I can't accept a woman would become the city's savior."

"What did war bring us? So little food, I say, since we've defeated the zombie horde, we'd better recuperate and plant more crops, so we can eat our fill."

No one expected, it was originally just chatting, yet eventually developed into factional contention, some joined the argument, some supported the worker, believing it was Xu Hongzhuang who defeated the zombie horde, while others backed the scar-faced man, thinking he was right, it was Li Chuan who turned the tide.

Voices began to buzz, supporters from the two factions quarreled together, almost all believing, the faction they supported was the savior of the zombie horde.

The worker quietly sat aside, not participating in the noise, more like watching fools, looking at those who were influenced, he glanced forward, only to see the scar-faced man showed a perverse smile, their eyes met, unnoticed, nodded slightly.

The rhetoric was chaotic.

And this, maybe it was what they wanted to see…