Chapter 82

Nearly 2 meters tall, with distinct muscle definition, powerful, and exceptionally agile and sturdy.

This doesn’t align with most people’s perception of a woman; in fact, it’s the opposite.

Lin Qianhuan raised her hand and pinched Huang Cuiliu’s bulging bicep: “Who decided that women must be fair, petite, and thin?

Who decided that women can’t be tall? And who decided that women can’t have muscles all over their body?”

Huang Cuiliu opened her mouth, her eyes becoming even more sore, and she couldn’t help but start to sob.

“That’s right, who decided?

I understand this, but they all laugh at me.

Women ostracize me, men point and whisper behind my back, I’m like an alien.

My husband is ashamed of me, and doesn’t even want to talk to me on the street.”

Lin Qianhuan handed over another tissue: “Why do you care what they do?

Punch whoever you don’t like, just like you punched Zhang Jianguo.

Why are you brave enough to seek benefits for all survivors, but not brave enough to fight head-on for yourself?”

Huang Cuiliu’s eyes were blurred with tears: “But…”

Lin Qianhuan made a pause gesture: “What ‘but’? There are no ‘buts’!

You can punch a zombie’s head into pieces, can those who laugh at you do that?

They’re jealous of your ability, but they can’t physically harm you, so they only dare to attack you with words.

Do you know how to solve this problem?”

Huang Cuiliu shook her head, even though she was over forty years old, she stood in front of Lin Qianhuan like a scolded elementary school student.

“Beat them into submission.

Hit whoever makes you unhappy.

Your fists aren’t just for killing zombies; they can also send those cowardly but vicious people to their maker.”

Lin Qianhuan wasn’t one to meddle in other people’s business, but she was impatient and couldn’t stand to be at a disadvantage.

Huang Cuiliu was clearly a strong and brave power-type Evolver, but she was brought down by ordinary people’s gossip.

This made Lin Qianhuan feel inexplicably angry.

In the apocalypse, female Superpower users are often looked down upon and given the cold shoulder.

Even she, who had awakened a Spirit, was no exception.

In her previous life, she had also doubted herself, but eventually, she understood one thing.

The apocalypse only respects strength, and the only reason those people dared to point fingers and speak disrespectfully to her was because she wasn’t ruthless enough.

Never self-justify, and never live under the gaze of others.

Kill whoever you don’t like; if killing one isn’t enough, kill ten.

That way, everyone will fear you, and who would dare to point fingers at her?

Who would dare to say in front of Lin Qianhuan that female Superpower users are inferior to males?

Anyone who dares to say it must be prepared to lose their head.

Huang Cuiliu listened to Lin Qianhuan’s words, her eyes full of disbelief.

The girl in front of her sounded gentle, but the words she spoke felt very foreign.

This difference made Huang Cuiliu speechless.

Just then, two men walked over arm in arm in the distance, eventually stopping at the fence of Villa 37.

One man looked at Huang Cuiliu with a wink: “Oh ho, the Huang hero is being punished by her husband again?

With your muscles, you’re stronger than your husband; I really wonder what you guys do at night…”

He exchanged a glance with the man next to him, then burst out laughing.

The other man laughed so hard he couldn’t catch his breath: “Don’t crush your man to death, everyone, what do you say!”

The two men’s words were like a slap in the face, hitting Huang Cuiliu hard.

Their ridicule was undoubtedly the sharpest knife, each one hitting her sore spot.

Having said enough, Lin Qianhuan didn’t plan to personally solve the problem for Huang Cuiliu.

Having said this much, it was her choice whether to resist or continue to submit.

Lin Qianhuan stood aside and watched quietly, just about to turn around and leave when she heard a cheap voice.

“Oh ho, which villa do you live in? How come I’ve never seen you before?

Why are you wearing a mask and hat? Take them off and chat with us, get closer.”

The man who had first teased Huang Cuiliu reached out towards Lin Qianhuan, but his hand was tightly grasped by a large palm in mid-air.

It was Huang Cuiliu.

Her eyes were blazing with fire and anger, and it seemed that Lin Qianhuan’s situation made her even angrier than when she was insulted.

“She’s just a little girl, how can you guys in your thirties have the nerve to bother her!

Get out of here!”

Huang Cuiliu stepped sideways to protect Lin Qianhuan behind her, blocking the gazes of the two men in front of her.

She was too strong, and the man whose wrist was grabbed screamed loudly: “It hurts! It hurts so much!

You she-ape, let go of me! If you don’t let go, I’ll tell your husband!”

Huang Cuiliu refused to back down, twisting the man’s arm even harder: “Apologize to her!”

The other man hurried forward to break them up, but he was only skin and bones, and he fell to the ground and couldn’t even get up after being lightly pushed by Huang Cuiliu.

“Ah! It hurts!

I apologize, I apologize!

I was being mean, it hurts so much!

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay!”

Hearing the man finally let up, Huang Cuiliu released his hand, then pushed him away forcefully.

The man fell to the ground weakly, holding his wrist and wailing.

Huang Cuiliu was about to turn around and comfort Lin Qianhuan when she saw a sharp Tang sword suddenly appear in her hand.

The Tang sword was drawn, and a cold light flashed; the man who had just been screaming in pain was no longer breathing.

His head rolled to the middle of the street, causing a series of screams.

Lin Qianhuan shook the blood off the tip of her sword and put the Tang sword back into her Space.

She looked up at Huang Cuiliu: “Those who try to harm me in any way will end up like this.

I will never care about what others think of me because I know I’m strong.”

Huang Cuiliu blinked blankly, her eyes filled with envy and longing as she looked at Lin Qianhuan.

She really wanted to live so freely and unrestrainedly…

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Lin Qianhuan hesitated for a moment and took out a heavy octagonal hammer from her Space and handed it over.

“You’re strong, so swords and the like aren’t really suitable for you.

Keep this hammer; it’ll be convenient for you to do things.”

Huang Cuiliu was a little surprised and carefully took the hammer at her feet into her hands: “For me?”

Lin Qianhuan nodded: “Thank you for instinctively protecting me just now; consider it a thank-you gift.”

With that, she turned around and left, returning to Villa 36 without looking back.

The heavy octagonal hammer weighed a full 15 pounds, which was not easy for Superpower users and ordinary people to wield, let alone use to kill zombies.

But Huang Cuiliu, a power-type Evolver, was very suitable for using this kind of heavy weapon and would surely maximize the hammer’s power.

Hammer whoever you don’t like; it’s always easier than using your fists.

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