I'm Hoarding for the Apocalypse Chapter 214 A Man Who Is Worse Than a Dog

214 A Man Who Is Worse Than a Dog

“Trash… You’re calling me trash?” The man laughed so hard that he almost could not breathe as if he had just heard the funniest joke. “He Xing, even if you’re very capable, I still have to say that you’re blind. Open your eyes and take a good look. These low-level Blue Planet people are the real tras.h.!.+ Tras.h.!.+ How could a group of low-level creatures enjoy such endless resources? The ones enjoying them should be our high-level interstellar people! They should work like cows and horses, bowing their heads and submitting to us! Look at that man over there, lying on the ground. He’s worse than a dog. That’s the real tras.h.!.+”

He Xing looked up at him and said, “Do you know why I didn’t kill you with one shot just now? I even let you bite people like a mad dog.” Without giving the man a chance to answer, He Xing turned to Xiang Nan. “Can you still stand?”

The man was very heavy-handed, and Xiang Nan was now lying there on the verge of death. His signs of life were getting weaker and weaker. He was still alive, probably because he was determined to achieve his goal. Hearing He Xing’s call, Xiang Nan moved his body, wanting to respond. However, such a slight movement still caused him to cough violently. The sound of coughing was heart-wrenching. It was as if he was about to cough out all his internal organs.

After a long time, Xiang Nan slowly raised his head and propped himself up. “Yes… I can!” Xiang Nan said as he slowly stood up. He Xing was waiting for him quietly, but the man on the ground was getting anxious. “He Xing… What are you trying to do? You want him to kill me, don’t you?”

He Xing suddenly laughed with satisfaction. “It seems like the head on your neck is not only used to make you look taller. You can also sometimes use your brain.”

“Why? Why are you helping him? He’s just a low-level Earthling!” He Xing did not answer. He just looked at Xiang Nan. His movements were slow, but he did not stop.

Xiang Nan approached the man step by step, and the disdain in the man’s eyes was replaced by fear. “You… Calm down! I can explain it to you! I really didn’t mean to kill your sister. I just wanted to play with her, but who knew that she would struggle so hard and even want to stab the dagger into my neck? I had no choice but to kill her. I can compensate you with money, gold, silver, jewelry, women… What do you want? I can give you anything! As long as you don’t kill me…”

Before the man could finish, Xiang Nan had already walked up to him. He was looking down at him. “What do I want? I just want you to pay with your blood!” Seeing Xiang Nan’s firm att.i.tude, the man’s expression gradually became fierce.

“It seems like you won’t be affected by force or persuasion.” The man snorted coldly. “Take a p.i.s.s and look at yourself. Do you think you can kill me? If it wasn’t for He Xing’s sudden intrusion, you would have been a corpse by now. You have He Xing’s support now, but even if I can’t do anything to him, killing you…” a strange smile appeared on the man’s face as he finished his sentence. A gun appeared in his uninjured hand, and he raised it to shoot at Xiang Nan’s chest.

Before the man could finish, Xiang Nan had already walked up to him. He was looking down at him.

However, he did not expect that the moment he raised his hand, his wrist would be hit by a bullet, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground. The man screamed in pain, and at the same time, he looked in the direction of the bullet with resentment. He Xing’s expression was still calm as he stood on the spot lazily as if he had just fired a shot casually.

The man was thinking about what to do next when he heard footsteps. A slender figure walked out from behind He Xing and stood next to him. “And who are you?”

Du Yue did not seem to hear the man’s question. She just looked at Xiang Nan. “If you want to do it, do it quickly. Don’t give him a chance to react. When he’s dead, you can face his corpse and tell him all your hatred.”

Hearing Du Yue’s words, Xiang Nan’s body trembled. “Alright… I understand.” The hand of the man lying on the ground had been crippled by He Xing’s bullet. In addition to the bullet in his chest, he had completely lost the ability to resist. The man wanted to say something, but Xiang Nan did not give him the chance. He clenched the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the man’s right chest.

The words that the man wanted to say were already at the tip of his tongue, but he could only swallow them unwillingly. Other than himself, no one else knew what he wanted to say before he died. No one cared whether he was still unconvinced or wanted to open his mouth to provoke or beg for mercy.