Apocalypse — Chapter 61: I Choose to Let Them Die!

“Damn it! Those radical feminist bitches were all lying!” Ling Xueya cursed inwardly. This time, she had finally learned her lesson. She knelt obediently on the floor and followed Xiao Yi’s orders.

Holding her chain, Xiao Yi sat in a chair, casually spread his legs, and gave Ling Xueya a look.

Tears in her eyes, Ling Xueya obediently crawled over...

“Of course I brought food for you today. But before I give it to you, we’re going to play a game!”

The corner of Xiao Yi’s mouth rose in a cruel smile. “If everyone wants a better chance of survival, you can’t rely on me alone to keep going out for food and water, can you? What happens if I die out there? Won’t all of you starve to death? So you need to choose someone else!”

“I propose that you elect another person to venture through the zombie hordes like I did and bring food and water back for everyone.”

Everyone in the warehouse looked at one another.

They were not stupid. On the contrary, they were all quite clever.

If anyone except Xiao Yi went outside, they would be walking straight to their death!

Xiao Yi was doing this purely to take revenge on them!

Yes. Xiao Yi wanted these people to experience exactly what he had experienced back then.

“Good! Come to me one at a time and take a piece of paper and a pen. Write down the person you think is most suitable, and I’ll count the votes. Whoever receives the most votes will be the brave adventurer who goes outside this time.”

Xiao Yi spoke slowly, wearing a sinister, devilish smile.

“How could we trouble our benefactor to count the votes personally? Let me do it for everyone! As the dean responsible for all these people, I won’t participate in this election.” Du Zhiming crawled over to Xiao Yi with a shameless, ingratiating smile.

Xiao Yi yanked Ling Xueya away from between his legs, shot to his feet, and kicked Du Zhiming squarely in the face.

“Since when was it your turn to interrupt me? Did I say I was asking for your opinion?”

Enduring the agony, Du Zhiming spat out bloody foam and several teeth. He rolled on the floor and wailed, “I know I was wrong! Please calm down, Benefactor! I’ll never do it again!”

Xiao Yi stepped forward and kicked him several more times before waving a hand.

“Begin.”

Paper and pens were distributed one by one. Everyone glanced around at one another, silently probing the people beside them with their eyes.

They all knew that being chosen meant being sent to die.

No one wanted to die. Everyone wanted someone else to be chosen instead of them.

Before long, the slips of paper had all been placed in front of Xiao Yi.

From the looks they had exchanged just now, he had already guessed the result.

He glanced at Du Zhiming, whose mouth had lost half its teeth and whose face was covered in blood, then beckoned to him with a smile.

“Old Du, come here. You can read the votes.”

Wild joy flashed through Du Zhiming’s eyes. He hurriedly crawled to Xiao Yi’s side, unfolded a slip of paper, and prepared to read it aloud.

But the moment he saw the name written on it, he froze.

Xiao Yi slapped him viciously across the face.

“Read it.”

“Du... Du Zhiming... one vote...” Du Zhiming read with a miserable expression. He opened another slip. “Du... Du... Du Zhiming, two votes...”

Seven or eight slips in a row all bore Du Zhiming’s name...

Du Zhiming collapsed completely and began trembling in despair.

Everyone else quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yi rose with a cold smile. He looked over the people kneeling on the floor, then turned to Du Zhiming.

“I’ll give you two choices.”

“First, get out there and obediently die by yourself.”

“Second, open the warehouse doors and let the zombies kill everyone here. You might still have a chance to survive.”

The moment Xiao Yi finished speaking, everyone kneeling on the floor looked up at Du Zhiming in terror, their eyes filled with pleading.

“Dean Du! It’s better for one person to die than for everyone to die!”

“Dean Du! As our dean, you should sacrifice yourself for everyone else!”

“Mr. Du! We’ve always listened to you and respected you! You can’t get us all killed!”

“Mr. Du, haven’t you always told us to be brave enough to make sacrifices? Sacrifice one person to preserve the whole! We’ve always believed you were that kind of great man!”

“Mr. Du! You always made other people sacrifice themselves. Isn’t it your turn now?”

The crowd erupted, excitedly urging Du Zhiming to do the right thing.

As he listened to their hypocritical appeals, Du Zhiming’s face grew more and more savage until he finally exploded.

“Why the hell should I be the one to sacrifice myself? Why not you?! Just because I’m a teacher, I’m supposed to die for you? I want every last one of you dead! Dead!”

Du Zhiming roared like a madman, his face twisted as he burst into wild laughter.

“I choose to open the warehouse doors and let every last one of these bitches die!”

“Die!”

“All of you can fucking die!”