Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 272 The Second Day of the Battle
Although Yang Zhiyuan, who was extremely angry, wanted to say something, but the severe pain of breaking his limbs caused him to roll his eyes and pass out in a fit of rage.

Wu Yunhao glanced at the fainted Yang Zhiyuan, and then asked in a deep voice, "Aren't you taking this guy with you?"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man at the side hurried forward to help Yang Zhiyuan who had passed out from a coma.

The beautiful woman who was kneeling on the ground also got up quickly, and helped the unconscious Yang Zhiyuan up.

The bodyguards around who were knocked down by Wu Yunhao struggled to stand up, and then went to help their companion who was also knocked unconscious from the beating.

As for the blood-faced young man, after watching the woman anxiously helping Yang Zhiyuan enter the bar with a look of despair, he struggled to stand up from the ground.

Turning his head and glanced in the direction of the bar, he bowed slightly towards Wu Yunhao and saluted: "Thank you, Mr. Wu."

Wu Yunhao wanted to say something, but he chose to remain silent after seeing the gloomy expression on the man's face.

Nodding towards Wu Yunhao again, the man covered the painful part of his body, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and staggered towards the distance.

Watching the man go away, Wu Yunhao stood in the icy wind for a moment, then walked towards the dormitory where the wasteland ranger was stationed.

Because Ding Shiyang, Fang Yu, Mao Wendong and others work in the Peace Hotel on weekdays, they usually rest directly in the Peace Hotel.

So for Wasteland games, only Wu Yunhao lived in these two dormitories, and occasionally some Wasteland Fist soldiers who did a good job were rewarded by Ding Shiyang to come here to rest for a night.

After returning to the dormitory, Wu Yunhao went to the bathroom and took a simple shower.

After wiping his body clean, Wu Yunhao lay down on the big soft bed while silently staring at the ceiling.

At this moment, in Wu Yunhao's mind, the words that Yang Zhiyuan said to him before continued to echo.

"Now is the wasteland era. I am the son of the deputy city lord. I am a wasteland nobleman. I am nobler than these ordinary people."

Although that guy looks like a dandy, his words also illustrate the distorted concepts of some people in the wasteland era.

The figure of the blood-stained young man leaving lonely also kept appearing in front of Wu Yunhao's eyes.

With Yang Zhiyuan's current injuries, I'm afraid tomorrow... the revenge of Yang Cheng and the Dragon Hunters should come, right?
"I want your pride, power, wealth and everything to be destroyed bit by bit in front of you."

The threat he made with Yang Zhiyuan earlier turned into an unstoppable killing intent in Wu Yunhao's heart.

At this moment, he seemed to see the figures of Huang Qiang and Huang Xiaochun again, and their tragic death.

It is because of these damned fellows that there is so much hunger, cold and heartache throughout the wasteland, and they are the root of all misfortune.

Just thinking about it like this, Wu Yunhao felt a sense of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart flooding his heart, and soon this exhaustion made him close his eyes and fall asleep directly.

When the knock on the door sounded, Wu Yunhao slowly opened his eyes.

The sun was shining into the room through the drawn curtains, and the sky seemed to be bright.

Wu Yunhao got up and came to the gate. When he opened the door, he saw Ding Shiyang and two Wasteland Fist soldiers standing solemnly in the corridor outside the gate.

While gesturing for Ding Shiyang and the others to come in, Wu Yunhao asked them, "How is it? What kind of revenge and actions are there from the Yang family and the Dragon Hunting Legion?"

Ding Shiyang shook his head towards Wu Yunhao and replied, "No, it's just that the brothers from Wasteland Fist found two dead bodies in an alley in front of the Peace Hotel today."

Wu Yunhao was taken aback for a moment, then signaled Ding Shiyang and the others to wait, and then he went to the bathroom to wash up quickly.

When Wu Yunhao followed Ding Shiyang and the others to the Peace Hotel, there were two corpses covered with rags in the corner next to the Peace Hotel.

In front of the two corpses, Fang Yu and Mao Wendong were standing there leading a few Wasteland Fist soldiers.

Seeing Wu Yunhao coming over with Ding Shiyang and the others, they all greeted Wu Yunhao.

Simply nodding to Fang Yu, Mao Wendong and others, Wu Yunhao came to the two corpses.

He squatted down and lifted off the rags covering one of the corpses, and saw the ordinary face with many unhealed wounds.

Frowning slightly, Wu Yunhao remembered how he bowed to him helplessly but gratefully before he left last night.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu."

Wu Yunhao turned to the other side, lifted the rags of another corpse, and saw that beautiful face that had been terrified until death.

Even though the woman had given up a lot to try to get everything she wanted, she ended up dying ironically because of everything she wanted to get after.

This pair of idiotic men and women who were separated because of the wasteland era finally reunited in this pitiful and pathetic posture.

Raising his hand to cover the corpse's face again with the rag, Wu Yunhao stood up and asked Ding Shiyang, "Did you find anything else when you found the corpse?"

Ding Shiyang sighed, and shook his head silently at Wu Yunhao.

Fang Yu on the other side replied to Wu Yunhao: "Angkor, the corpse was discovered by the Wasteland Fist soldiers patrolling in the morning, because it was in the alley, and there were no witnesses."

At this time, Ding Shiyang also opened his mouth and said to Wu Yunhao: "Last night, we also got some news about the inner city."

"Also, in the morning, I asked people from Qingyang Gang and Feiying Gang to ask about it."

"Yang Zhiyuan is currently still in the intensive care unit of the City Lord's Mansion Medical Center. It is said that he has not regained consciousness because of his serious injuries."

"In addition, I have also sent additional people to help the captain and other team members, but they said that City Lord Feng has already sent people there in advance, so the problem should not be serious."

Having said that, Ding Shiyang asked Wu Yunhao, "What should we do next?"

Wu Yunhao replied to Ding Shiyang: "This is the answer from Yang Cheng and the Dragon Hunters to what happened last night."

"Let the brothers of Wasteland Ranger and Wasteland Fist be prepared, and be careful in the recent period."

"Since we and Yang Cheng and the Dragon Hunting Legion have already been torn apart, let's just wait and see how things get better."

"Since there is nothing to do in winter, let's have a good fight with Yang Cheng and the Dragon Hunters."

"I really want to see what Vice City Master Yang and the Dragon Hunters can do."

(End of this chapter)