181 Marcus the Swindler (1/2)

The soothing music continued to play in the background. People who listen to its rhythm would feel like they were floating in cloud nine.

Jun opened the glass door and entered the viewing platform of the gymnasium. There was no one guarding the area, which allowed Jun to move around quickly. He moved corner to corner until his smartwatch received signs of movements.

He went towards the stairs and cautiously peeked at the party below.

The event hall below was filled with all kinds of uniquely dressed people. Some wore formal attires while others dressed in their casual wear. Servers were walking back and forth to serve dishes at different tables when a particular group of people came in from the front door.

Marcus led the group with a weird face. He looked around the area then started walking towards the buffet table.

Marcus slapped someone on their face before grabbing the individual's hair. He dragged the man towards a set of double doors that leads to the floor below him.

Jun followed Marcus' name that dragged a set of question marks. There were times that the question marks would stop and run away, but Marcus quickly caught him back.

When the two stopped moving and only made small movements, Jun decided that it was time to go down. Since it was faster if he jumps down from the second floor towards the ground, Jun climbed the railings and adjusted himself for the jump.

Just as he was about to jump down, he saw two sets of question marks enter his IDSearch radius.

'They are probably guards assigned to protect Marcus.'

Jun hesitated whether to jump or not. Before he could even decide, a roar came from the direction of the plaza.

Marvin has already transformed into a 2-meter Destroyer and came running out of an alley. His every step as he ran caused slight tremors on the ground.

Behind the red-skinned Destroyer were hordes of rotters ferociously streaming out of the alley. On its hand were three people bundled together.

Cain responded immediately and hastily organized the group. They weren't startled about the sudden appearance of the horde since they were expecting it. The only thing that could be deemed shocking was the Brute that was in the horde.

It was the first time they saw a red-skinned Brute and weren't sure if it has other abilities. Even its nature seemed weird as it chose to play with human lives instead of directly eating them.

”Spear-Cleaver position!” shouted Cain as he stood in front of everyone. He took a 1-meter rod from his dimensional storage, then made a spear stance with the rod. The metal rod has a chainring welded on its end, which appeared to have its spiky edges sharpened.

The twenty or so nearby personnel heeded his call and formed two rows with ten survivors per row.

The ones standing in the front were holding a small shield made from solid wood and motorcycle tires. The shield covers the chest and the waist area of the wielder.

On their other hand, a short pipe appeared. The pipe had a sharpened scrap iron welded from the center to the tip. If the scrapped iron attached weren't rusty, they could have used it for chopping edible meat.

The second row of people wielded long metal rods with an iron spearhead attached at the head.

It was also noticeable that the front row only had small people, while the back row had tall people.

Cain chose to charge forward to divert some of the attention of the horde to him. He also wanted to rescue the three unconscious survivors on the Brute's hand.

Currently, he was the only Level 9 survivor amongst the security circle. He roughly knows everyone's prowess, and with the current defensive line, as long as they don't meet any mutated rotters, everything would be fine.

When he was only five meters away from the red-skinned Brute, it suddenly slowed down and pulled the hand, holding the three people backward.

Cain couldn't help but widen his eyes as he trembled in shock while watching the Brute throw the survivors forward. Instead of eating them, it chose to use people as throwables?

The three survivors flew past him. When he felt the breeze pass him, his mind woke up and became focused on the problem ahead.

Instead of charging forward, the Brute ran towards the adjacent street and grabbed a motorcycle that was already stripped of useful parts. Several rotters chased after it and started attacking its back.

The Brute squashed those rotters with the back of its hand, then gazed towards the plaza. It grabbed the back end of the bare motorcycle and started spinning in place.

Cain, 'F*ck...'

Marvin, 'Hehehe, I'm in charge of destruction!'

The gymnasium trembled when something hit its walls. The people were already frightened of the loud shrieks outside and couldn't continue the party. Their personal aids brought them out and went towards the Municipal building.

At least, the Municipal Hall has four floors with narrow hallways. They could easily defend the place with the right fortifications.

Jun was walking against the crowd as he made his way towards the double doors that lead to Marcus.

Even with the commotion outside the street, the two people didn't move away from their positions. Their duty was probably to stay by Marcus' side.