Chapter 292 – This Really Is a Sad Story

Inside the Department Store, Ling Mo was staring in astonishment at a variation zombie he had suspended in mid-air.

“In a way, this one is a real gem…”

Not only was its body hair exceptionally thick, but even the hair on its head and special areas was long and dense.

When attacked, this hair would stand up like a porcupine’s quills, combining offense and defense.

Unfortunately, against Ling Mo’s Psychic Tentacle, this only made her a bit more resilient and not much else.

“Using the Psychic Tentacle is becoming more and more fluid. Practice really is the best training…”

Ling Mo watched the variation zombie, who was struggling fiercely in mid-air, letting out meaningless roars.

“I wonder if you ever played leapfrog when you were human…”

The variation zombie suddenly shot up higher into the air, almost reaching the ceiling, at a height Ling Mo could barely control. Just as she was about to touch the ceiling, Ling Mo abruptly released the Psychic Tentacle.

She plummeted straight down and crashed onto a counter, shattering it.

But her thick hair provided impressive defense; she wobbled as she got up but didn’t charge at Ling Mo again. Instead, she turned and ran towards the exit.

With numerous counters in the department store and Ling Mo’s limited field of view, the variation zombie quickly vanished from sight.

“What’s going on? She shouldn’t have this level of Intelligence, right?”

Ling Mo was momentarily stunned. As he rushed towards the exit, he saw through the glass door that many zombies were pouring out of nearby buildings and running in the same direction.

“No, something’s off. Is it Zhou Guocheng?!”

Realizing this, Ling Mo immediately stopped.

At that moment, a figure suddenly sprang out from behind a counter, the flat of a tactical knife aimed at the back of his neck.

With his Psychic Power fully engaged, Ling Mo had no blind spots in his vision.

Though the figure’s attack angle was cunning, Ling Mo quickly sidestepped and avoided the strike.

“Tom?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Ling Mo glanced towards a side door. He hadn’t anticipated that these people would band together to attack him.

“Ling Mo, stop dodging and fight back!” Tom spread his arms wide and lunged at Ling Mo like a gorilla.

Ling Mo rubbed his forehead and quickly moved to meet him.

When he was still three or four meters away from Tom, Ling Mo suddenly leaped, aiming the soles of his feet at Tom’s face.

An attack this straightforward should have been easy for Tom to dodge, but…

“Bang!”

Tom was sent flying and crashed into an Energy Shield, and Lin Tianxiang stood up from behind a counter.

Judging by his expression, it wasn’t easy for him to catch Tom.

The energy consumed by the so-called Energy Shield came from Lin Tianxiang’s physical and Psychic Power.

Ling Mo’s kick was actually much weaker than the attacks of those variation zombies, but a series of eerie Psychic Type attacks made it very difficult for Lin Tianxiang to maintain the shield.

“I told you to fight back, but I didn’t mean kick me in the face…”

As Tom was getting up, Ling Mo was already in front of him, delivering another kick.

“Bang!” Direct hit!

Tom clutched his nose and once again slammed into Lin Tianxiang’s Energy Shield.

“Hey, you’re an instructor, and you’ve even had training abroad…”

Lin Tianxiang adjusted his glasses, an extremely anxious expression on his face.

Seeing Ling Mo turn his gaze towards him, Lin Tianxiang immediately had a bad feeling: “Ling Mo, keep beating him up. There’s nothing to gain by attacking me. My Energy Shield has no blind spots.”

“Maybe so, but when you use it, out of habit, you’re bound to leave a weak spot.”

Ling Mo smiled slightly, directing his gaze towards Lin Tianxiang’s feet.

While Lin Tianxiang was still puzzled, he suddenly felt something slip under his feet.

His Energy Shield did have a weak spot—right beneath his feet.

Ling Mo extended a Psychic Tentacle that hadn’t yet materialized under the floor, then materialized the part that emerged from the ground to attack.

This caused Ling Mo’s mental strain to reach a terrifying level, but the effect was remarkable.

It was much more efficient than slowly wearing him down. The true power of the Psychic Tentacle lay in flexible application.

After falling, Lin Tianxiang let out a cry of pain. Before he could get up, he saw Ling Mo crouching down in front of him.

“Ling Mo, I was against this plan from the start, so could you not hit me anymore? At least not in the face?”

Lin Tianxiang stared wide-eyed at Ling Mo, pleading.

Ling Mo smiled and fished a phone out of Lin Tianxiang’s pocket.

“Stop! Don’t kick my face again!”

Tom also pulled out his phone and then tossed it to Ling Mo.

Holding his face, Tom lay on the ground, groaning in pain. “Why are you only hitting me…”

“Isn’t there a saying? ‘A hit is a sign of affection… Ah! Didn’t we agree no hitting the face?!”

Lin Tianxiang cried out, clutching his nose, then flipped the middle finger at Tom who was laughing heartily.

As Ling Mo bent down to pick up the phone, a shadow darted out from under another counter.

Chen Youdong leaped at Ling Mo like an agile leopard, aiming a kick at his chest.

This surprised Ling Mo; he hadn’t expected Chen Youdong to be this skilled beyond his mild demeanor.

At the same time, Ling Mo felt as if a thin fog had enveloped his vision, making the surroundings appear somewhat distorted.

“Psychic Interference!”

Ling Mo was all too familiar with this use of Psychic Power and immediately initiated a psychic scan.

Although his five senses were being interfered with, Ling Mo’s psychic scan couldn’t be misled. And in the moment he bent down, he had already prepared for a sneak attack.

He accurately blocked Chen Youdong’s leg with his arm and instantly wrapped it with a Psychic Tentacle, then grabbed his ankle and slammed him forcefully to the ground.

“Argh!”

Chen Youdong groaned, but Ling Mo had already turned his gaze elsewhere.

A flash of cold light sliced towards his pocket, and his phone slipped out through a gap, landing in someone’s hand.

“So this is your… plan? Everyone distract me while Sun Zeya steals the phone?”

Ling Mo rolled his eyes, watching as Sun Zeya hopped up the stairs on one leg.

“Does this mean you lost, Ling Mo?” Chen Youdong asked with a smile, lying on the ground.

He willingly pulled out his phone and handed it to Ling Mo.

“It’s not over yet.”

Ling Mo smiled as he took the phone, then turned his gaze upstairs.

“Just curious, is Zhou Guocheng doing okay over there? With all those zombies…”

Chen Youdong waved his hand dismissively. “He’s excellent at escaping. Plus, his ability only affects a range of 200 meters. Uh… so, you don’t need to hit me, right… Ah!”

As Ling Mo ran upstairs, Chen Youdong helplessly looked at Tom and said, “This was Vice Captain Sun’s suggestion. If she fails too, don’t forget, you owe us 200 bullets.”

“What does that have to do with me? That was her promise.” Tom let go of his face, revealing the footprint on it, and said with some emotion, “That guy is really strong…”

“Yeah, I admit it,” Lin Tianxiang said, rubbing his nose.

Even though Ling Mo had punched them, it was mostly just a bit of redness and swelling.

“Speaking of which, you guys are one of the five elite teams of Falcon. He actually dared to hit you, the vice captain. That really surprises me,” Tom said, sitting up and staring at Chen Youdong with a smile.

Chen Youdong, still lying on the ground, rubbed his dark circles. “Just like how we tested his strength within reasonable limits without crossing his bottom line, he also knows to what extent he can retaliate against us without causing a fallout. I’m not angry at all; in fact, I think things like this might actually deepen our alliance. I prefer dealing with straightforward people like him rather than those full of schemes.”

Lin Tianxiang pushed up his glasses and said, “However, we did gang up on him and got beaten by him alone… That’s a sad story. But Vice Captain Chen is right, one punch and the ganging-up incident is settled. A punch for peace of mind.”

Tom pulled out a cigarette and sniffed it hard at the tip, saying, “Do you know what the saddest part of this story is? I got kicked twice! Twice!”