These people werenât very strong, and they werenât united either. It would have been fine if they had tried to live an honest life, but these idiots just had to be unique even with their mediocre skillsâŚ.
At this very moment, Ling Mo could give up chasing the two of them and turn around to rendezvous with Yu Shi Ran to deal with Brother Hu.
But Yu Shi Ran was a zombie leader after all, and Hei Si was also with herâŚ.
âEven if she canât kill him, she would definitely still have the upper hand. I donât need to worry about her for the time being. I should take care of these two people first in order to avoid future problems!â
After making up his mind, Ling Mo quickly increased his speed. His tentacles hooked on to a corner and pulled him forward, narrowing the distance between himself and the two.
âTen Meters!â
The tattooed man didnât notice anything as the spiritual tentacles shot out. When the base of his ear suddenly started to hurt, and when he moved his hand to touch it, he found his hand covered with blood and his earlobes missing.
âFuck, almostâŚ.â
He originally wanted to end this with a headshot, but the tattooed man and Ling Mo were both running, so his accuracy had decreased.
âFuck! How is he able to do that?! He can still use his abilities even when heâs chasing us!â
The tattooed man glanced at Quinn and saw a faint barrier appear on her body. He immediately revealed a ruthless look in his eyes, âPut your protective barrier on me too! If this goes on, Iâll be killed sooner or later!â
âIâm not strong enough to protect two people!â
Quinn shouted. Her dark eye makeup looked a little sloppy at this moment, making her seem even more scary, and the angry expression on her face made it simply unbearable to look at.
âYouâre full of shit! Donât just think about protecting yourself. At this moment, working with me is the only way out!â
Ling Moâs hot pursuit and harassment tactics quickly created a rift between the tattooed man and Quinn.
Quinnâs ability was called âProtective Barrierâ, which was a limited self-protection ability that consumed physical strength. With this ability, she was able to withstand several of Ling Moâs attacks, but the tattooed man wasnât so lucky.
The tattooed manâs ability was purely offensive. For him to avoid being killed by Ling Mo, his only option was to constantly move around.
This not only consumed more energy, but it also didnât allow him to completely avoid Ling Moâs attacks.
Although each injury wasnât fatal, it still felt like a heavy weight was being added on to him, crushing him little by little.
His mood became more and more irritable. Looking at Quinnâs expression, he got even more upset!
âDonât glare at me. Itâs not beneficial for either of us to fight in here. We need to find a place that will give us an advantage! When we find such a place, we can then work together and take care of this guy. If we encounter zombies again and he uses his abilities to make those zombies attack us again, weâre finished!â
Quinn bit her red lips and said.
âFine, that sounds reasonable. However, donât blame me for whatâs going to happen if you donât take action later!â
The tattooed man suddenly turned around and threw a punch.
In the air, an air current suddenly surged towards Ling Mo. He quickly dodged and heard a muffled âbangâ sound. A fist mark appeared on the wall behind him.
âWas that a small man-made air cannon? The power isnât bad, but unfortunately your accuracy sucks, and the speed is also too slow.â
Ling Mo easily avoided it and laughed.
âAIR CANNON YOUR SISTER! THIS IS CALLED SONIC PUNCH!â the tattooed man shouted.
âWhatâs with the shitty naming ability⌠your sense makes me worriedâŚ.â Ling Mo laughed.
âAnd âAir Cannonâ is better? It sounds like something that is used a lot and isnât original at all!â
While the tattooed man distracted Ling Mo, he turned around and gave Ling Mo a punch again.
But just like what Ling Mo said, the shortcomings of his ability were too obvious. If there was someone with a crowd control ability cooperating with him, he would have been able to display a stronger power, but right now, he wasnât able to hit Ling Mo at all.
But the tattooed man wasnât aiming to hit Ling Mo. Instead he was aiming to delay for time.
After two attacks, the distance between them was widened again and they also took advantage of this opportunity to rush into an underground parking lot.
âWe are more familiar with this area. If you have balls, come follow us!â
Before the tattooed man ran into the parking lot, he turned around and raised his middle finger to Ling Mo, provocatively.
âOh, he looks pretty confidentâŚâ
Ling Mo glanced at the downward passage. The darkness looked awfully scary, as if there were many dangers lurking inside.
âDo they really think Iâll be restricted down thereâŚ.â