Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 427

"Come here."

Tong Zhan slightly pursed his lips and beckoned Tang De with a curl of his finger.

Tang De obediently stepped forward.

"Since you've shown your sincerity, I’ll grant you the most honorable reward. Hold out your hand," Tong Zhan said to Tang De.

Tang De respectfully extended his hand.

Just as Tong Zhan was about to bite down, Tang De’s hand suddenly transformed into a sharp, silver steel claw, lunging straight for Tong Zhan’s head.

Tong Zhan’s eyes darkened as he swiftly dodged.

With a sinister chuckle, he sneered, "I knew you weren’t trustworthy!"

In an instant, he moved with terrifying speed, circling behind Tang De, seizing his clothes, and using his body as leverage to vault onto his shoulders. His razor-sharp nails slashed viciously across Tang De’s neck.

Ten deep, blood-red gashes instantly appeared.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

"Base Leader!"

No one had expected this turn of events. The crowd erupted in alarmed shouts.

Many were overcome with regret—they shouldn’t have doubted their leader earlier.

It turned out he had feigned surrender, risking everything for a chance to assassinate the zombie king.

Of course. The zombie king was always heavily guarded. Under normal circumstances, no one could get close, let alone kill him.

And the zombie king was no ordinary foe—he had to be taken down swiftly and unexpectedly.

Otherwise, the moment he sensed danger, his opponent would be in mortal peril.

Like now...

The moment Tong Zhan wounded Tang De, everyone’s hearts clenched in dread.

They all knew what it meant to be scratched by a zombie.

"AAAAAH! I’ll fight to the death!"

"Kill them all!"

Fueled by rage, the remaining survivors charged at Tong Zhan’s underlings.

Tang Jun and Tang Yanchi desperately rushed toward Tong Zhan.

After being struck, Tang De let out a pained grunt.

He immediately retaliated, swinging at Tong Zhan.

He knew his time was running out.

He had to act before the transformation fully took hold!

"Hmph. Still stubborn, huh? How... irritating."

Tong Zhan sneered and retreated in a flash.

Si Sha instantly appeared in front of him, blocking Tang De’s attack.

Tang De’s eyes were already turning gray, but he endured the agony wracking his body, fighting with every last ounce of strength.

But reality was cruel.

After a few exchanges, Si Sha kicked him away, sending him crashing to the ground, blood spewing from his mouth.

When Tang De staggered back up, he was no longer human—just a mindless zombie.

His pupils were dull and lifeless, his mouth emitting low, guttural growls.

"Dad!"

No matter how mature Tang Yanchi was, he was still just a boy.

Seeing his father turn into a monster shattered him. Tears streamed down his face.

Tang Jun remained silent, but his fists clenched, pain flashing in his eyes.

Tong Zhan smirked, his gaze cold.

The next second, the zombified Tang De seemed to receive an invisible command—he lunged at the nearest survivor from Xiangrui Base.

"AAAHHH!"

Caught off guard, the man was tackled to the ground.

Tang De sank his teeth into the man’s face, tearing off a chunk of flesh from his right cheek.

Blood splattered across the ground, painting it crimson.

"Base Leader, it’s me, Meng Hao! Don’t bite me—AAAHHH!"

After mauling one victim, Tang De turned toward another.

Chaos erupted.

Tang Jun rushed forward, pulling the next target out of harm’s way.

Staring at the unrecognizable creature that had once been his father, Tang Jun’s face twisted in grief.

"Dad... I’m sorry."

With reddened eyes, Tang Jun delivered the final blow.

As Tang De collapsed lifelessly, Tang Jun’s body trembled, as if struck by an unbearable loss.

And then—

"Let me go!"

Tang Yanchi’s voice rang out nearby.

Tang Jun whirled around to see his younger brother pinned beneath Si Sha’s foot.

Tong Zhan crouched beside him, gripping Tang Yanchi’s hair and forcing his head up.

*Pah!*

Tang Yanchi spat defiantly in Tong Zhan’s face.

Though Tong Zhan tilted his head, some of the spittle still landed on his cheek.

His expression darkened, his smile laced with murderous intent.

"You really... have a death wish."

His hand closed around Tang Yanchi’s throat, squeezing as if to crush his windpipe.

"Wait!"

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His father was gone.

He couldn’t lose his brother too.

Tong Zhan paused.

His cold eyes flicked to Tang Jun, amused by the desperation in his gaze.

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A smirk curled his lips.

"You don’t want him dead? Then... kneel and beg."

"No! Brother, don’t kneel to him!"

Before Tang Jun could react, Tang Yanchi strained against Si Sha’s hold, veins bulging in his neck.

His brother was a prodigy, a role model since childhood.

He couldn’t kneel!

Never!

Even if it cost him his life, he wouldn’t let his brother bow to this monster.

"You have three seconds to decide."

Tong Zhan tightened his grip, not enough to kill—yet—but making it clear he could end Tang Yanchi’s life anytime.

"Brother, don’t—"

Before Tang Yanchi could finish, Tang Jun dropped to his knees with a *thud*.

Tang Yanchi’s eyes widened.

Tears spilled over as his vision burned red.

His brother, the proud and untouchable hero he’d idolized since childhood, was kneeling—for him.

Self-loathing surged through him.

If only he were stronger, he wouldn’t have been captured and used as leverage.

At Tang Jun’s surrender, the battlefield fell silent.

Tong Zhan’s followers smirked in triumph.

*No matter how proud, even the mighty must kneel before true power.*

The survivors from Xiangrui Base felt their spirits crumble.

Their leader was dead.

Their brightest hope had yielded.

They understood Tang Jun’s helplessness—and knew that if they kept fighting, they’d meet the same fate as Tang De.

A bitter resignation settled over them.

"How touching. Such brotherly devotion."

Tong Zhan’s low, mocking laugh cut through the silence like ice.

He released Tang Yanchi’s throat and straightened, his voice chillingly calm.

"But here’s the problem—I despise sentimental weakness. Still, I’m not without mercy. You may choose: die yourself, or let the other die. Today, only one of you will walk away alive."