"Your shelter?" Grandpa Philip squinted his brow. "Then why are you not accepting humans into it?" He frowned.

"How I rule the shelter is not of your concern." The king snorted.

"Oh, I see. You're one of those degenerate people that are clouded with the illusion of power." Grandpa Philip shook his head.

"Why are you not saving people?" Justin raised his brow.

"Save the people.?" The corner of his lips curled upward in disdain.

He turned his head and looked at the people in the large room. Everyone avoids his gaze. The king puffed his chest upward and said proudly.

"To keep these few people alive. Do you know how many battles we had to fight? The fucking zombies and beast are crawling us. Let's forget about zombies and beasts. What about resources? Hmm?"

"If a team went out for resources. Only a few returned with little to no resources. Do you know how tiring it was? Saving people is easy. But most of them are cowards, wanting others to put their life on the line for them. Who does that? We're not fucking running a charity here."

"These are the people with value. The world has changed. Only strength matters. So, if you don't have any value to add to the shelter. Get your fucking ass out of my shelter right now!" The king roared.

Grandpa Philip and Justin stared at one another not knowing what to say. The room was in abrupt silence. Everyone held their breath. The crowd looked at the king with roundness.

"You're right. I don't have the authority or right to tell you to save others." Justin said slowly.

"However, I must warn you, there are hordes of zombies coming your way. I advise you to move." With that, he turned his head preparing to leave.

"Let go?"

Grandpa Philip looked at the king and shook his head. No one knew what was in his mind. And if they knew. They won't care. Just as Merab and Nasir wanted to follow Justin. The king snorted.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked arrogantly.

Justin and the others halted their steps. Justin looked at the middle-aged man with his brow raised.

"What do you want?"

"You destroyed our defense and you wanted to leave just like that without compensating me. And these two dares to behave wantonly in my presence while they injure my men. Do you think I should allow you to leave just like that? Who do you think you are?" He smirked.

"What do you want?"

"You all stay behind and atone for your sin against, I, the king. These two will be dealt with according to their crime." He curled his lips upward and clicked his tongue. "Boys, cease this maggot."

At once, two strong young men rushed out of the stupefied crowd, ready to arrest Justin and his group. Grandpa Philip looked at the middle-aged man with his eyes widened.

'Are you for real!?'

He opened his mouth but closed it eventually. 'I hope he leaves you in one piece.'

"Merab what are you doing?" Justin said casually.

Merab had a beautiful smile on her small lips. She looked at Justin for a moment and shook her head.

"Why must I be the trash cleaner?" She said, though the smile never disappeared from her face.

"Don't think of resisting. That will make the king more furious."

"Really!?" Merab giggled.

She looked at Justin and said. "Leader, they are looking down on you. Why don't you act? Do you know how much I endured when you were not around?" She smiled brightly.

"I won't mind leaving you here."

"You're no fun!" She turned to face the two men and the smile on her face disappeared into thin air.

"Let's put an end to this charade. Shall we?"

"You have 1 minute. Else, we're leaving you behind." Justin added.

The crowd gasped and looked at Merab with their mouths slackened. The king raised the corner of his lips and snickered.

'In your dream.'

Merab took a deep breath and turned to the two men. Her smile had long disappeared. She knew the two men were probably close to First Circle existence. But she didn't care.

"You heard him. I have only one minute." Merab said coldly.

Whoosh!

She dashed toward the first person. The young man looked at Merab and an evil smile crept onto his face.

He licked his lips and attacked with a powerful punch. Merab squinted her gaze and a soft smile appeared on her face. She evaded the punch and appeared before the young man.

What!

Bang!

The young man stared at Merab with his eyes widened. He wanted to retreat but it was too late.

The soft gentle attack from Merab sent him flying, crashing into the rows of the bench. He puked out a lot of blood and his face was pale. Suddenly, a sneak attack came from Merab's back.

The middle-aged man smiled evilly and nodded his head.

'Ignorant girl.'

Everyone in the room watched as the attack came crashing on Merab's head. The crowd didn't breathe and they looked at Merab in disdain. However, just when the punch was about to hit her head.

"Idiot!" She whispered.

She sidesteps the attack and catches the arm of the young man. She twisted the arm and sent a powerful punch toward the young man's face.

Ah! Ah!

The young man cried in agony, blood gushing out from his mouth and nose.

"Get lost!" She sent a powerful kick and the young man was flying through the air.historical

What!

The middle-aged eyes were bloodshot, veins protruding from his forehead. Everyone around him steps backward. Except for his guard. He looked at Merab and cracked his knuckle.

"Don't dig your grave," Justin said from the entrance.

"I don't get to dig my grave. But I have already dug yours." The middle-aged man called the king shouted. He waves his hand and the two people behind rush toward Merab.

"Merab, kill those two and leave him with a breath of consciousness."

"OK."

Merab waves her hand and her bow appears. At once, an arrow appeared on the bowstring.

Before, people couldn't understand what was happening. The two young people rushing toward Merab halted on their track.

They widened their eyes, frightened by the dreadful air coming from the arrow.

Whoosh!

Ah!

Gulped.

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