Apocalypse God Mode: Unlocked (Cecilia) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 What He Left Out

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Ryan’s voice was neither loud nor soft. The moment he finished speaking, his entire face turned red, and he quickened his pace as he walked out.

Cecelia watched his retreating back, bit down with a crack on her lollipop, and curled her lip faintly. “What’s he thanking me for?”

Ivy smiled gently. “Maybe Ryan wanted to thank you for letting me treat them. With injuries that severe, they wouldn’t have recovered in ten days or half a month. If they’d been delayed even a day or two, Ryan might have died.”

“That has nothing to do with me either.”

Cecelia said flatly, “I already put a price on it. I never stopped you from saving them, and they paid for it, didn’t they?”

It wasn’t as though she had some blood feud with Timothy’s team. The real problem had been when all ten of them were in one group. There had been too many conflicts.

Now that they were split into two teams, things were much smoother as a simple cooperative arrangement. It was the same principle as certain people being meant to stay friends, but never suited to be husband and wife.

Ivy looked at Cecelia and asked, “Then, Cece, before this, you said we came to Sanctum City to train, kill more mutated zombies, and gather more crystals to level up. Now that we’ve settled here for the time being, what’s the next step?”

“Exactly, Cece. And Draven ran off.”

Amber said helplessly, “Weren’t we supposed to have him take us into the Eastern District?”

The moment she finished speaking, someone knocked on the door.

Amber yanked it open and found Draven standing there panting hard with one hand braced against the doorframe. “So? Richard didn’t do anything, did he?”

“You actually had the nerve to come back?”

Amber laughed in disbelief and pulled out her cleaver, clearly ready to teach this fast–running coward a lesson.

“Hey, wait. I was trying to stay alive.”

Draven quickly begged for mercy, then turned pitifully to Cecelia. “You understands that, right?”

“Of course.”

Cecelia raised a brow slightly and motioned him inside

Draven hurried in and shut the door behind him. “Well, Mike and his group…”

“Tell me about the Eastern District.”

Cecelia cut him off, shoved him down into a chair, and said, “As for Mike’s group, I’m not interested. And don’t think about using us against them.”

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Chapter 216 What He Left Out

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The smile on Draven’s face froze for a second. “Little sister, that’s not what I meant… If I’m talking about the Eastern District, of course they have to come up too, because they’re not exactly small players over there either…”

“Really?”

Cecelia didn’t believe him. Her eyes dropped coldly to his battered shoes. “Try any more tricks, and you can forget about keeping those feet.”

At once, Draven jerked his feet back onto the stool in fright and gave an awkward laugh. “Little sister, I get it. Honestly, speaking from the heart, your group is obviously not easy to mess with. Going into the Eastern District won’t be a problem for you. But that also makes you an easy target. If Mike’s group gets the jump on you first, that won’t help you at all. And your team has so many people…”

“Our team has five people. Two of them don’t even have abilities. How is that so many?”

“Aren’t there another five upstairs?”

The words slipped out, and Draven’s eyes widened. He instantly slapped a hand over his mouth.

Damn it. He had let something slip.

Cecelia gave a short snort. “What are you covering your mouth for? Afraid people will find out about the shady little things you’ve been doing?”

“Heh… holy hell. Stop. No, stop with your foot. That hurts.”

Draven let out a miserable scream. He immediately bent over and grabbed the foot she had stomped on, face twisting in pain.

Still smiling, Cecelia looked at him and said, “So. Ready to tell the truth now? Or should I cut your foot off and toss it to Mike’s people? I’m sure whatever happens to you after that would be worse than getting thrown into a zombie horde.”

“I’ll talk. I’ll talk.”

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Draven had clearly never imagined that such a pretty, sweet–looking girl could be this ruthless. That one stomp felt like it had crushed the bones in his toes. The pain was so intense it made him question his whole life.

“There really is some bad blood between me and Mike’s team… And yes, I did take some supplies, but those supplies weren’t theirs to begin with.”

Holding his throbbing foot, Draven spoke indignantly. “They killed another team in the Eastern District and stole those supplies. I just happened to take one vehicle off their hands…”

“Just one vehicle?”

“A… truck.

Draven looked guilty now. “Fine. A medium cargo truck. I stole it while both sides were badly weakened. But I swear I didn’t take everything for myself. I only got a uny share. This is tiny.”

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