Chapter 388 – The Fierce Frontal Assault

“You never mentioned that the creature we were looking for was such a… unique specimen. Does he truly know the secrets of the virus? Is he really an eccentric professor?”

Ling Mo asked with a darkened expression, his voice low.

Back in the experimental building, Ban Yue had proposed using Yellow-haired as a bargaining chip to exchange for Yu Shiran. According to her, Yellow-haired was an eccentric professor who might hold the key to the truth about the virus, a deal she had struck while collaborating with the old lady zombie.

Naturally, Ling Mo was quite intrigued; if he could really grasp the entirety of the virus’s characteristics and essence, he could enhance Ye Lian without any risks or future troubles.

Considering Xia Na and Li Ya Lin, both had stumbled at the final hurdle and suffered some “side effects.” Although they now had solutions to these issues, Ling Mo couldn’t afford to repeat the same mistakes with Ye Lian.

However, Ling Mo had no intention of trading. Instead, he exploited the zombies’ obsessive traits regarding their mates, making Ban Yue obediently lead the way.

There was nothing to boast about here. A normal human being should triumph over a cognitively challenged zombie in such matters, or else they might as well slap themselves in the face.

“Granny didn’t tell me,” Ban Yue said, looking lost. She wasn’t bothered by Yellow-haired’s appearance as much as she was by his attitude. The idea of being called “inferior” was insulting to her.

Yellow-haired, the eccentric professor, squinted his eyes and looked over at Ye Lian and the others, spinning around with his—beep—power system: “It’s my first time seeing so many low-levels at once. Are these humans you’ve brought gifts for me?” He nodded and licked his lips while looking at Ling Mo with satisfaction, “Impressive, you’ve learned one of the most polite human behaviors—gift-giving is a very good habit. I’m quite pleased with this gift; it’s very… very… tasty.”

As he spoke, a shiny droplet of drool appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he rubbed his hands together eagerly: “Human, come forward, kneel before me, and enjoy the honor of being prey to a superior being like myself… As for the rest of you, I’ll choose the lucky ones to be my next meal.”

“You dare…” Xia Na’s eyes filled with rage as she gripped her scythe, ready to charge, “I haven’t even had my fill yet!”

“Hey!”

Ling Mo stopped her with a hand: “Keep those thoughts to yourself, will you? Think about how I feel as the prey! Besides, he said he wants to eat you too, doesn’t that bother you?”

“Forget it, leave this to me. There’s no need for a death match with this idiot.”

He looked around on the ground and picked up a piece of machinery, weighing it in his hand. The weight was satisfactory, the size just right.

Ye Lian and the others watched Ling Mo’s actions with confusion, while Yellow-haired continued to drool in anticipation. It seemed that Ling Mo’s movements didn’t concern him at all. From his words, it was clear that in his eyes, Ling Mo was nothing more than a non-hormonal, humanoid roasted chicken, exuding a harmless, tempting aroma.

“Here I come.”

Ling Mo slowly walked towards the Yellow-haired, holding a piece of machinery in his hand.

“Good, good, good, what an obedient human you are. Rest assured, I will let you fully experience the pleasure of merging with a superior being…”

The closer he got to Yellow-haired, the more Ling Mo observed.

This eccentric professor was only half the height of a normal person and had extremely long arms, along with a very fast moving speed, which actually gave him a strong advantage in combat.

He could easily circle around an enemy and attack their lower body, which was a big problem for zombies, who normally fought with their arms.

But when facing a Psychic…

As Ling Mo drew nearer to the eccentric professor, Ye Lian grew increasingly nervous, Xia Na’s eyes had already changed color, and Li Ya Lin had raised her Snake’s Kiss, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

“Come on, human, kneel down and enjoy. To be chosen as food by a superior being like me, and not just useless trash, you should be filled with gratitude…” the Yellow-haired eccentric professor said, his eyes glowing with excitement as he stared at Ling Mo.

“Kneel…”

“Kneel your sister!”

However, just at that moment, the always calm Ling Mo suddenly showed a fierce expression and raised the machinery part in his hand, smashing it towards the face of Yellow-haired, who was looking up at him.

Yellow-haired was quick to react, and although Ling Mo’s smashing motion seemed thunderous, it was actually quite slow in his eyes.

But it was this seemingly easy-to-dodge attack that made Yellow-haired’s head spin, and he watched helplessly as Ling Mo’s strike hit his eye.

“Bang!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Ling Mo pounded Yellow-haired’s face rapidly and efficiently, the dull sounds making Ban Yue and Li Shi Ran both swallow their saliva nervously.

“Acting all adolescent at your age! Showing off! Telling me to kneel! Don’t you know that in our culture, we only kneel to our elders and dearest? Kneeling to an enemy… You might as well tell me to kneel nationally on live TV!”

Ling Mo cursed as he smashed away, finding this condescending angle particularly suitable for his method of attack.

By the time Yellow-haired came out of his dizziness and prepared to counterattack, Ling Mo had already hit him dozens of times.

And the moment Yellow-haired’s arms moved, Ling Mo threw the machinery part hard onto his face, then leaped onto a machine tool and picked up a longer stick-like object.

“Damn it, cunning human!” Yellow-haired cursed, his lips and gums smashed and even his sturdy teeth loosened.

“Ever heard of self-reliance? Want to eat me? Come and get it.”

Ling Mo said with a smile.

Yellow-haired’s face was covered in blood, one eye swollen shut into a slit. Although his excellent defensive abilities had protected his bones from breaking, his face was like a drum, not only echoing in his head from the blows but also with the drum skin broken.

He wailed as he charged towards the machine tool, ready to jump high, but suddenly felt some invisible ropes emerge from the ground, seizing his body.

“One, two, here we go!”

Ling Mo grasped the stick, raised it high above his head, and swung it down hard on top of Yellow-haired’s head.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Another series of intense knocking sounds echoed, leaving the group of female zombies completely dumbfounded. Yu Shiran even unconsciously covered her head with her small hands, watching Ling Mo with a blend of awe and nervousness.

“And now… take this final hit!”

After stunning the Yellow-haired eccentric professor, Ling Mo roared and leaped forward. Using the momentum of his charge, he thrust the stick into the professor’s belly.

As the stick pierced through skin and fat, Ling Mo felt as though he was forcing it into a ball of gelatinous material, tough to penetrate. So, at the same time, Ling Mo’s dozen tentacles aimed at the same spot, wildly and precisely stabbing repeatedly.

“Ah! Get in there!”

“Pffft!”

After the stick went through the eccentric professor’s belly, Ling Mo, acting on instinct, pinned the Yellow-haired figure against the opposite wall.

“Phew!”

Ling Mo let out a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and eerily said to the professor, whose head now resembled a battered pig’s, “I used to think it was unscientific that you didn’t have a beer belly… Now, well, I have to thank you for that.”

“You despicable human…” the Yellow-haired professor cursed weakly, “I am a high-level…”

“High-level? Did you even touch a hair on me, a low-level prey?” Ling Mo said with a grim expression.

The Yellow-haired figure stared at Ling Mo, dazed and unwillingly let out a series of growls.

Ling Mo turned back to Ban Yue and shrugged: “He’s much weaker than a granny.”

Ban Yue looked at Ling Mo with eyes one might use to gaze at a monster, saying, “No, it’s just that you, a human, are too cruel…”

She silently dismissed certain thoughts from her mind…

“I’ll finish him off,” Li Ya Lin appeared in a flash in front of the eccentric professor, with Snake’s Kiss ready to slice at his neck.

“No, no, if I wanted him dead, he’d be dead already.” Ling Mo grabbed his senior, gazing meaningfully at the Yellow-haired figure, “I still have questions for our esteemed Mr. Middle-school Syndrome, Yellow-haired Mediterranean, Iron-skin beep—tribe…”

The Yellow-haired professor glared at Ling Mo with bloodshot eyes, grinding his teeth, “The Yellow hair is natural!”

“Alright, Yellow-haired Mediterranean, be cooperative and answer some questions for me.”

Ling Mo pressed his palm against the stick, watching the Yellow-haired professor futilely wave his arms trying to grab him but always falling short. Whenever he tried to grasp the stick directly, the tentacles wrapped around it would rise like snakes, fiercely attacking his eyes…