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"Oh?" Becky let out a questioning sound.

Everyone looked over, and the one who spoke was actually Abhishek, who had been silent throughout the election.

Seeing that it was him, the epileptic patient, everyone around him gave him strange looks.

It wasn’t discrimination against his strange illness, but rather speechlessness at how this kid still couldn’t grasp the situation.

Luo had already received the most votes, and becoming the Shelter Chief was practically a foregone conclusion. Yet, this kid dared to contradict him to his face.

"Abhishek, have you been pretending to be a grandson for so long that your brain has gone bad?"

"With Becky’s vote count, if he doesn’t become the Shelter Chief, are you going to?"

"It’s one thing for Wesley to express a little protest, but what right do you have?"

Many people saw this as an opportunity to show loyalty and quickly jumped out to defend Becky.

Even more, some pretended to be meticulous and re-examined the vote count sheet.

"Since you’re not giving up, let me help you look at Abhishek’s votes."

Upon seeing the last name, this person immediately let out an exclamation, "Wow! Everyone, look quickly, we actually have such a talent in our Shelter."

"What’s going on? Let me see."

"Hahahaha! What the hell is this?"

"Zero votes?"

"Abhishek, you’re such a failure as a person, aren’t you?"

"It’s one thing that no one among the higher-ups voted for you, but not even one of your subordinates voted for you."

Actually, it wasn’t that Abhishek’s character was truly that bad; rather, most of the Survivors who originally intended to vote for Abhishek were intercepted by Wesley, who appeared halfway through.

These people truly understood and knew who was helpful to the Shelter, which is why they wanted to vote for Wesley to let him contend with Becky.

There were also some who were afraid of being implicated and thus cast their votes for others.

However, they didn’t care about those reasons; now, mocking him fiercely and letting Becky vent his anger was the important thing.

"Hey, next time there’s a vote like this, I think we should cancel the rule about not being able to vote for yourself. Otherwise, some people will really lose face."

"Hehe, exactly. If I became a higher-up and didn’t get a single vote, I would have found a hole and buried my head in the dirt long ago."

"Becky, wouldn’t you agree?"

"Hmm!" Although Becky inwardly disdained Abhishek, with so many members present, he still had to put on a show.

He said cordially, "Abhishek, everyone has said what needs to be said. Your vote count is indeed not as good as mine. Now, do you have anything else you want to say?"

"If not, this election will be completely over." Becky had a smile on his face, but in his heart, he had already planned how to deal with this fool who suddenly went crazy and opposed him.

However, Abhishek, on the other side, seemed to be having an attack. Not only did he show no signs of compromise, but he kept sneering.

"Who told you that I agree with your election method?"

"In my opinion, it’s still about speaking with strength."

"Choosing a leader by voting, who knows if it’s reliable? What if one day a Survivor with extraordinary strength emerges and punches some unqualified leader to death?"

He had just received Vikram’s electric signal, proving that Vikram was already watching the show from the side, so what did he have to worry about?

Just finish putting on the act, and then decisively switch allegiance to Vikram.

"You mean, you can defeat me with strength?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Becky seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and he started laughing incessantly as soon as he finished speaking.

But very quickly, the laughter stopped, and Becky’s expression changed. A gloomy look gradually crept onto his face, and he said in a deep voice, "Jammy, give him a chance to show off!"

Jammy, who had been publicly scolded by Abhishek earlier, received the order and bared a mouthful of white teeth, "Alright, Becky, I’ve wanted to beat him up for a long time. Thank you, Becky, for giving me this opportunity."

Abhishek also stood up, looking at the other party with disdain.

Although he and Jammy were both higher-ups, his strength was slightly weaker than the other party’s.

But with someone backing him, what was there to be afraid of? He gradually approached the main entrance of the conference room.

Vikram would definitely come in through the door. At that time, they just needed to coordinate, and wouldn’t this little punk in front of him fall before him?

While he was thinking, the other party had already punched towards his eye socket, so fast that Abhishek’s expression tightened.

Turning his head to dodge the attack, Abhishek quickly pursed his lips and whistled, hoping to signal Vikram to act.

However, Vikram, who had already arrived, seemed not to hear, showing no movement at all.

"No way, big brother, I’ve put my life on the line and put on such a big act. You wouldn’t intentionally trick me and stand me up, would you?"

A bad thought flashed through Abhishek’s mind, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his face.

In this short while, the lackey in front of him seemed to be on steroids, having already thrown more than ten punches at him.

However, the other party seemed to be playing with him, a smile on his lips, never serious.

"Hahaha, Abhishek, aren’t you especially capable?"

"You even want to challenge our Shelter Chief. I see you can’t even take my not-full-strength punch. With this, you still want to challenge Becky?"

As if he had played enough, Jammy no longer held back. His right arm muscles bulged, and he powerfully smashed towards Abhishek’s left cheek.

Abhishek was already weaker than the other party, and he was still distracted by whistling to alert Vikram outside.

He had no way to dodge this full-force punch.

"Bang!" The sound of his head hitting the door echoed, followed by Abhishek’s scream.

"Ouch!" This punch not only bruised and swelled half of Abhishek’s face, but also knocked out two of his teeth.

Abhishek himself fell heavily to the ground, still in shock. "Damn it, I’m going to die, I’m going to die! Boss, do you really want me dead?"

Clutching his facial injuries, Abhishek no longer cared about anything else, and he stopped subtly whistling, shouting loudly instead.

But at this moment, Vikram was not at the conference room door.

Instead, he was rummaging around on the second floor of the main house, the largest building in Brown Wood Shelter.

In Vikram’s eyes, these Shelters, when he encountered them, were no different from other resources, except that there were no annoying zombies.

"Hehe, since I’ve come all this way, there’s no reason to go back empty-handed."

Vikram ruthlessly demonstrated to everyone still in the meeting at Brown Wood Shelter the principle of a thief never leaving empty-handed.

Only after many good things from the warehouse were put into his pocket did Vikram nod in satisfaction, and then he heard the screams from the conference room.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about the main business!"

On the other side, Abhishek was rolling on the ground in pain, making everyone in the conference room speechless.

They had thought Abhishek was holding back something big, but it turned out he just made a big mess.

"Abhishek, I’m not criticizing you, but with your demeanor, who exactly gave you the courage to jump out and court death?"

"Tammy?"

Just then, there was a commotion at the door.

"Stop right there, who are you? The higher-ups are having a meeting inside, so be smart and get lost."

Then came a few muffled thuds, followed by the door being kicked open.

"That... if I’m not mistaken, it’s not Tammy."

"It should be me?"

The metal door was kicked out of shape, and the entire door frame broke, revealing Vikram’s well-proportioned figure.

Everyone present was stunned.

Only Abhishek looked like he had seen a savior, quickly scrambling to his feet and hiding behind Vikram.

"Boss, there are so many ruthless characters here. Can you handle it?"

"If you can’t, take me and run. I still want to live a few more years."

He didn’t doubt Vikram’s strength, but he hadn’t expected Vikram to come alone to help him become the Shelter Chief.

Now, facing the various unfriendly gazes in the conference room, Abhishek also felt a bit intimidated.

"Abhishek, who is this kid? Your subordinate? He’s got some nerve. We’re having a high-level discussion, and this little shrimp dares to cause trouble?"

Jammy’s attack was interrupted halfway, and his face was filled with displeasure.

Becky’s eyes narrowed.

While the other high-ranking officials were still trying to curry favor with him, he had seen it clearly.

When Abhishek and Jammy were bickering just now, the whistle blown for no reason was clearly a secret signal.

Perhaps the ’Boss’ he called earlier wasn’t him, but this young man who suddenly appeared.

"I don’t remember anyone like this in the Shelter, Abhishek, aren’t you going to introduce him?"

Just then, Vikram spoke unhurriedly, "No need to bother, I’m not from your shelter. I’m here for one thing today."

"That is to make this coward behind me the Chief of Brown Wood Shelter."

Becky’s brows slightly raised, "Oh?"

"I said, Abhishek, why are you acting crazy today, daring to talk to me like that? So you have someone backing you up?"

"Speaking of which, when Lawrence was around, he always suspected there was an internal traitor in the Shelter. So it was you, Abhishek."

"I’d like to know, how dare an outsider like you break into Brown Wood Shelter alone and even want to help the person behind you become the Chief?"

Becky said the last sentence to Vikram’s expressionless face.

Before he even finished speaking, Becky’s tone had become extremely chilling, revealing undisguised killing intent.

Abhishek actually called an outsider to interfere with Brown Wood Shelter’s own affairs, and he no longer intended to show Abhishek any courtesy.

He didn’t even bother to care what tricks Vikram was playing, his gaze sweeping over a few of his subordinates.

"Tie him up for me!"

"As for Abhishek, this beast who colluded with outsiders, killed him directly. It can be considered an explanation to Boss Lawrence!"

"Yes!" The high-ranking officials present dared not neglect Becky’s words. In a blink of an eye, the closest ones had already reached Vikram and Abhishek.

The leader was none other than Jammy, the Survivor. He was already annoyed by this kid for interrupting his attack, so at this moment, he launched a merciless flying kick, aiming directly for Vikram’s chest.

However, Vikram could easily handle even their Boss Lawrence, so what were these subordinates who were inferior to Lawrence?

The gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm. The moment Jammy’s leg was extended, he felt a piercing pain constantly spreading from his toes to his thigh root.

"Crack! Squeak!" Before everyone could react to what had happened, a blur appeared and it already finished his move.

Jammy, the high-ranking official, was now slumped powerlessly on the ground, his entire left leg twisted into a horrifying arc, like a twisted pretzel.

Blood vessels and bone fragments could not withstand such immense force, piercing out from his skin after his muscles shattered.

There was no scream.

It wasn’t because Jammy, the high-ranking official, had fainted from the pain.

Instead, in addition to the injury on his leg, there was already a fist-sized bloody hole in the left side of Jammy, the high-ranking official’s chest.

It was empty inside, his heart having vanished without a trace.

A survivor who hadn’t figured out what was happening suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation on his face as he approached Vikram.

A bloody heart immediately slid off his face.