Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 1164 - 727: Ruthless

So he nodded and said to Gan Hu, "Take it easy; don’t kill him."

Gan Hu chuckled and pulled out a dagger from behind.

He slowly approached Kuizi, the sharp dagger lightly gliding over Kuizi’s face.

"Speak, where did you come from? How many forces are there here, and which one is the strongest?"

"Pah!" Kuizi had a mocking smile on his face and spat at Gan Hu.

Gan Hu expected this and dodged in advance.

Seeing Kuizi’s unwillingness to cooperate, he yelled at his men, "Damn it, someone come and straighten his fingers for me!"

Soon, a few people came over, grabbed Kuizi’s hand, and placed it on the table in front.

Gan Hu looked at Kuizi, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He aimed the dagger at the fingernail of Kuizi’s right middle finger and stabbed.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Kuizi tried to dodge, but three people were holding him down tightly, grasping his hand, making it impossible to escape.

After inserting the dagger into the nail, Gan Hu angrily said, "Speak or not!"

Kuizi continued to cry out in pain, showing no intention of speaking.

So, Gan Hu slowly pushed the dagger deeper into the nail.

The pace was slow, and since the fingers are connected to the heart, this agony made tears stream down Kuizi’s face.

Yet he still gritted his teeth, unwilling to talk.

Because he knew he still had a wife and child around the Big Camphor Tree Base.

Once he spoke, what if these people went over there to attack?

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In his suffering, he couldn’t help but shift his focus to alleviate the pain.

For cooperative personnel like them, especially those with a family, surviving in the Doomsday was arduous.

Until they encountered the Big Camphor Tree Base, while not provided directly with food, it gave them the motivation to live, needing only to complete some tasks to ensure their family of three wouldn’t starve.

Like their family of three, they lived around the Big Camphor Tree Base.

During the day, he followed Bai Wenyang to gather building materials, while his wife and child helped in the Third Outer City.

His daughter, though young, was already 12 years old and could work as a small worker.

At night, he returned to the houses outside the Big Camphor Tree Base for a family reunion.

Although it wasn’t as safe as inside the Big Camphor Tree Base, it was relatively secure.

At least some cameras set up around and the wooden fences they made could block a few zombies.

The zombies entering were usually not many, at most three to five.

Plus, there were others around, also cooperative or extra staff.

Once zombies were detected, they could quickly solve the issue by helping each other.

If a Zombie Tide happened, they could still take refuge in the Big Camphor Tree Base during heavy rain.

He was already quite content.

And.

His wife and child had meals while working on the construction site during the day.

As a result, their points increased, and they could save some food.

After a month’s effort, they had repaid the food debt they had pre-borrowed from the Big Camphor Tree Base during the natural disaster.

Every night now, calculating how many meals’ worth of food they could store made them genuinely happy from the bottom of their hearts.

Having just cleared their debts, within just two days, they had saved enough food for four days, aside from daily rations.

Thinking of having four days without worrying about food made them particularly satisfied.

In this Doomsday, counting food supplies could lead to anxiety and despair if they dwindled.

But with their efforts, seeing an increasing amount of food daily brought hope to their lives.

Like little squirrels, they constantly stockpiled food for winter or times of disaster, ensuring they wouldn’t starve.

His daughter Sisi had said last night that once she grew up, she would accompany her father to collect supplies outside, to protect him.

She also said she wanted to be a mighty warrior like Sister Yutong from the Big Camphor Tree Base or Shang Xue’er, who always wore a police uniform!

Hearing this made Kuizi feel both bittersweet and proud.

He wasn’t just raising children for old age but hoping to see a more successful next generation.

Even if they didn’t succeed, witnessing her dreams and ambitions brought him unexplainable joy and pride.

His daughter was his life, his dearest, his everything.

"Daddy waits for you to grow up!" he said while stroking Sisi’s head last night.

But hearing his daughter Sisi’s words gave him a greater drive to work hard, complete more tasks, and eventually become extra staff, later moving into the Outer City, and then send Sisi to school there.

He must strive hard!

But it was all shattered by these men on his way back after loading the truck.

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Click!

Gan Hu’s dagger stabbed into the lunula of Kuizi’s right middle finger.

A full centimeter deep.

Seeing Kuizi still didn’t speak, he pried off the entire fingernail.

The blood-red fingernail, with flesh, dropped to the ground.

"Speak or not!!!" Gan Hu was infuriated by Kuizi’s resilience.

The move he just used would have been unbearable for most people, but this man was incredibly tough.