Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: A new plan
“We’re just cargo?” The gang leader’s face darkened. This girl was way too cocky.

He glanced at the group in front of him—there weren’t many of them. Among them were Sean, whose sharp eyes held a calculating glint, and Chris, whose face was covered in scruffy stubble.

Then there was Mia—slender, delicate-looking, and not exuding much of a presence.

From the looks of it… this crew seemed like a bunch of weaklings, old men, and a lone woman.

“Hah! I’d love to see what you guys can do. Boys, get ’em! Tie them up too!”

“You got it!”

The gang members cracked their knuckles, rolling their shoulders as they stepped forward, their faces twisted into menacing grins.

And then there was Mia—gorgeous. A woman like her was a rare commodity in the apocalypse. She’d fetch a damn good price.

“This little chick is mine.”

One of the thugs couldn’t hold back any longer. He lunged forward, arms outstretched, ready to grab Mia and restrain her.

Of course, what he was doing was basically suicide. He was walking straight into his own death.

Shing—

Mia’s tachi flashed from its sheath with a sharp metallic ring, slicing through the air like lightning—too fast for anyone to react.

The thug barely got close before his head was sent flying.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

His headless body crumpled to the ground.

“Wha—”

The rest of the gang froze, eyes wide with shock. None of them had even seen her move.

She was fast.

“What the hell are you looking at?” Mia’s cold gaze swept over them. She didn’t like the way these bastards were ogling her. Without hesitation, she thrust her tachi forward.

The blade pierced straight through a young man’s eye, the tip bursting out the back of his skull.

“Don’t just stand there! Get her!”

Someone in the crowd finally snapped out of it and shouted.

The Black Hand Legion was known for being ruthless and brutal. A little bloodshed wasn’t enough to scare them off.

Instead, they drew their knives, short swords, and whatever weapons they had, charging at Mia all at once.

Behind them, a few elemental Awakeners gathered energy, preparing to unleash their abilities. The air crackled with tension.

But to Mia, this was nothing. Just a minor inconvenience.

She flipped her tachi in her grip, arcs of electricity crackling along the blade.

Then, in a blur, she moved.

The blade sliced through the air, cutting down everything in its path.

Heads flew.

Throats were slit.

Each strike was precise, lethal—executions, not fights.

Killing these men was no different from butchering livestock.

In mere seconds, over a dozen bodies hit the ground.

The Black Hand Legion might have been vicious, but they weren’t fearless.

Now, they were terrified.

They hesitated, stepping back, suddenly unsure if they wanted to keep fighting.

“Shit… she’s good at this.”

“Yeah, no way this is her first time. She’s definitely killed a lot of people… or zombies.”

“What do we do?”

“…”

Weapons trembled in their hands.

Meanwhile, the four captured refugees watched in stunned silence.

Then, hope flickered in their eyes.

Mia was strong.

Maybe—just maybe—they were actually going to survive this.

“Boss, this chick’s no joke. You better handle her yourself!” one of the gang members called out.

The leader narrowed his eyes.

He was an A-rank fighter—the strongest among them. Their backbone.

“Fine. Looks like I’ll have to take care of this myself.”

His gaze turned sharp and deadly as he pulled out an alloy dagger from his belt.

Then, in a flash, he charged at Mia.

His awakened ability—enhanced speed—made him a blur.

In the blink of an eye, he was already upon her.

An A-rank speed-type Awakener.

Not someone to underestimate.

The leader’s dagger sliced through the air, aiming straight for Mia’s pale, slender neck. In just a fraction of a second, it would pierce her throat.

Clang!

Mia’s tachi shot up in an instant, intercepting the blade with pinpoint precision. The clash of metal rang out, sharp and grating.

“Not bad. You’re quick,” the leader sneered, shifting his grip and slashing toward Mia’s face.

She blocked again, her blade meeting his with a sharp clang.

The fight escalated. Their weapons clashed repeatedly, each strike carrying lethal intent. Neither held back—every move was meant to kill.

But Mia was faster. Sharper.

She spotted an opening.

With a swift diagonal slash, her tachi tore through his chest, carving a deep gash across his torso.

The leader’s eyes widened in shock. He immediately leapt back, putting distance between them.

Huff—

His breath came in ragged gasps. Blood seeped from the wound, staining his clothes, the pain shooting through his nerves like fire.

If he hadn’t dodged in time, that blade would’ve gutted him.

The rest of the gang watched in horror. Their leader—injured?

Shit.

If even he couldn’t take her down… what the hell were they supposed to do?

The leader’s mind raced. He had underestimated this woman. She wasn’t just some pretty face—her strength was at least A+ rank.

He needed a new plan.

His gaze flickered past Mia, landing on the people behind her.

Her companions.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

The Black Hand Legion had a simple strategy—when brute force failed, take hostages.

Chris and Oliver were armed. But Ethan and Sean? Empty-handed.

Sean looked sharp, calculating. Probably not a core fighter. No leverage there.

That left Ethan.

The leader’s eyes locked onto him.

Clean-cut. Handsome as hell.

A kept boy toy, maybe?

Tch. He hated boy toys.

His expression twisted with malice.

With a sudden burst of speed, he launched himself forward, his body a blur as he exploded past Mia, heading straight for Ethan.

Ethan blinked, barely lifting his gaze.

He hadn’t planned on getting involved. Mia was handling things just fine—this was her fight.

But now?

Now this idiot was coming straight for him.

The leader was fast. But to Ethan?

He might as well have been moving in slow motion.

Every movement, every shift in his muscles, even the murderous glint in his eyes—it was all crystal clear.

The leader closed in, dagger raised, ready to plunge it into Ethan’s chest.

And then—

He froze.

Mid-strike.

His entire body locked in place, as if someone had hit pause on reality itself.

The dagger, once poised to strike, hovered motionless in the air, unable to move even an inch forward.

Panic flooded his eyes.

His muscles strained, his body trembled—he tried to move, to break free.

But it was useless.

He was trapped.

“What… what the hell is this?!”

Terror gripped him.

Ethan didn’t bother answering.

Didn’t even acknowledge the struggle.

He simply reached out—casually, effortlessly—and plunged his hand into the leader’s skull.

Then, with the same ease as plucking an apple from a tree, he pulled out the man’s crystal core.

It was over in an instant.

To the others, it looked like the leader had just… walked up to Ethan, stopped moving, and handed him his own core.

Then—

Thud.

His lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

His eyes, still wide open, were frozen in the sheer horror of his final moment.

Silence.

The remaining Black Hand Legion members stood there, stiff, unblinking.

Their leader—

Dead.

Just like that.

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