The Great Merchant in the Cataclysm

tone, “Brother Mu, are you passing me this potion because you do not want to help me?”

He self-deprecated, “If I am able to recover, why do I still need to ask for your help? Don’t worry brother Mu, after some time I will settle this business myself.”

So that was what he was thinking about, Zhang Mu smiled helplessly and explained, “What are you thinking? I just sincerely hope that your arm won’t be crippled.
I will go and settle the North City later.
You think that with your ability and the injured team you can get revenge for yourself? How long are you willing to wait? Are you not worried that the North City will become stronger while you are resting?”

“Does that mean you are willing to help?” Zhang Mu suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Mu.

“Yes, I am just going to end something I started.” Zhang Mu said out of the blue.

Wang Liang couldn’t understand what Zhang Mu was saying, but he knew that Zhang Mu agreed.
He hurriedly gulped down the potion and immediately, he started to feel the effects.
Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead and he felt his injured arm tingling with pain as though there were ants crawling over it.

Wang Lang looked at his arm excitedly and turned to ask Zhang Mu, “Brother, how long will it take to heal? It has just been a minute and I am already feeling my arm tingling.
I want to take off the bandage and have a look.”

Looking at his exhilarated face, Zhang Mu grinned, “you are thinking too much.
It doesn’t heal that quickly.
This was an injury by a fire-type evolver, even the best potion need some time to carry out its effects.
It would take roughly half a day to heal.
Don’t be stupid and take off the bandage now.
What you should do is go home and rest first.”

Wang Liang felt disappointed when he heard the reply.
He muttered to himself, “that is really long.”

However, he didn’t know that without the help of the first-rank recovery potion Zhang Mu gave him, he would have to wait very long before the high-level healing-type evolvers who could heal him appeared.
Even then, he would have no rights to ask for the help of these evolvers.
With one arm crippled, Wang Liang would have nothing for the evolvers to gain if they help him.
Even his survival would be a problem.

The world after the cataclysm has only one rule: the survival of the fittest.

Zhang Mu slowly got up and walked off under the hopeful gaze of Wang Liang and the wails of the injured.
This time, he didn’t bring the mutated wolfdog with him.
He left it in his house and after saying goodbye to Yuan Rui, he left the survival base.

He had changed into clothes he never wore before: windbreaker, tights, and boots.
He wore a pair of sunglasses and mask on his face and proceeded to the North City at four times his normal speed.

One person is enough.
He didn’t want any more people to know what he was going to do.
He wasn’t prepared to turn people’s respect into fear yet even though the massacre was for their revenge.
There was only one way to kill over 90 evolvers at one go – the Bloodvine Lotus.

However, once it was used, its ruthlessness was not something a normal human could accept.