There is a large leather sofa by the window, and next to it is a small bar with a collection of red wines brought from northern Xinjiang.

The bathroom is even more amazing, with walls covered with imported marble and a round jacuzzi in the center that is large enough to accommodate five or six people. Water flows out from the exquisitely carved faucet, mist rises, and brings a hint of warm moisture.

Bing Xin stood at the door of the bathroom, holding a clean black silk nightgown in her hand, and said softly: “Master, the water is ready, and the temperature is adjusted to your favorite 38 degrees.”

Zhang Chen nodded, walked in, and took off his windbreaker as he walked, revealing his muscular upper body, with his muscular lines faintly visible under the light.

He casually threw the clothes to Bing Xin and said lazily, “The sandstorm in Southern Xinjiang is really terrible. It has been blowing all the way. I almost forgot how comfortable the climate in the Central Plains is.”

In the bathtub, the water was rippling and the steam was rising, and the mirror on the wall was blurred by the fog.

Zhang Chen was completely immersed in the water, with only his shoulders and head exposed. The water gently massaged his muscles, relieving his fatigue from the journey.

With his eyes closed, a few drops of water hung on his long eyelashes and a look of satisfaction appeared on his handsome face.

Bing Xin knelt beside the bathtub, holding a soft sponge in her hand, dipped in some shower gel, and gently wiped his shoulders.

Her movements were cautious, and her fingertips occasionally touched his skin, bringing a hint of coolness.

“Master, the water quality here is better than that in the northern border. Look, your skin has become much smoother.” Bing Xin said softly, without stopping her hands, sliding from her shoulders to her arms, and then to her chest, each time with just the right amount of force.

Zhang Chen opened one eye, glanced at her, and curled his lips: “Whether it’s slippery or not, you will know if you touch it more?” Bing Xin blushed and her fingers trembled slightly, but she didn’t dare to answer, just lowered her head and continued to wipe.

Honglian walked in with a plate of freshly washed strawberries, leaned against the door frame, and smiled seductively: “Master, no one in the end times can compare to your treatment.”

She picked up a strawberry, leaned over and handed it to Zhang Chen’s mouth. Water droplets dripped down her fingertips and fell on Zhang Chen’s chest, making him groan softly out of coolness.

He opened his mouth and took a bite. The sweet and sour taste of the strawberry bloomed on the tip of his tongue. He squinted his eyes and said, “Hmm, it tastes good.”

“Honglian, come in and take a bath with me?” Honglian giggled and waved her hands: “No, I don’t want to get my hair wet. I have to go out and kill someone later.”

Outside the bathroom, Qing Yuan leaned on the sofa, fiddling with a flying blade in her hand, and said lazily: “Master can enjoy taking a bath like this, we are outside in the wind and sand, it’s really hard.” Ling Shuang stood by the window, looking at the deserted city in the distance, and replied coldly: “Stop complaining, it’s good to be able to follow the master.”

Zhang Chen listened to the conversation outside, laughed, and reached out to pat Bing Xin’s hand: “Okay, just wipe it clean, don’t treat me like a porcelain doll.”

Bing Xin responded, took a clean towel, carefully wiped the water droplets on his body, and then handed him the black silk nightgown.

Zhang Chen stood up, water droplets slid down his calves and dripped onto the floor. He casually put on his pajamas, the silk felt cool and smooth against his skin.

After taking a shower, Zhang Chen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the suite, holding a glass of red wine, overlooking the night view of the deserted city.

There were sparse lights in the distance, and the occasional growl of zombies could be heard on the streets. The wind blew through the damaged buildings, making a whining sound.

He took a sip of the wine, the scarlet liquid swaying in the glass, reflecting a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Bing Xin stood behind him and whispered, “Master, do you want to go directly to the group of robbers tomorrow?” Zhang Chen turned around, leaned lazily on the windowsill, and smiled, “What’s the hurry?”

“I just washed it, I have to take a break.”

“Since those bastards dared to touch my things, I’ll let them live one more night. It won’t be too late to deal with them tomorrow.” His tone was relaxed, but it revealed a chilling coldness that made people shudder.

Honglian came over, shook the chain, and said excitedly: “Master, I heard that the guys are in the warehouse in the east of the city. Let’s go there to kill them tomorrow?” Zhang Chen nodded, put down his wine glass, and stretched his waist: “Okay, let’s go meet them tomorrow and see who is so blind.”

As the night deepened, the lights in the suite were soft and warm. Zhang Chen was lying on the bed, Bing Xin was kneeling beside him and gently rubbing his shoulders, while Hong Lian and Ling Shuang were outside the door making arrangements for tomorrow.

The wind and sand were kept out, leaving only a sense of comfort and luxury in the room.

However, everyone knows that this calm is only the brief peace before the storm.

In a deserted city in the south, the night was as dark as ink. The wind was howling in the broken streets, mixed with the low roars of wandering zombies in the distance.

In the warehouse in the east of the city, the lights were dim. A few worn-out oil lamps flickered with faint light, illuminating the fleshy face of “Iron Bear”.

Sitting at a rough wooden table, holding a rusty dagger in his hand, he thrust it hard into the table, sending sawdust flying.

With his eyes narrowed and a hideous smile on his lips, his hoarse voice echoed in the warehouse: “Zhang Chen, that brat, came here with a bunch of women? Humph, I’m going to teach him a lesson!”

Chapter 761: The maid has super high combat power and super high appearance

In the warehouse, the men gathered in a circle, and someone flattered him, “Brother Xiong, who the hell is Zhang Chen? He’s just a vegetable farmer from Northern Xinjiang. He dares to come to our territory. He’s simply courting death!”

Another man who was as thin as a bamboo pole replied sinisterly: “I heard that he lives in that hotel in the city center. He is served by women all day long. I guess his bones are weak.”

Tie Xiong snorted coldly and slammed the table so hard that the oil lamp jumped: “Soft or not, I want him to die tonight!”

He turned his head and looked at the corner, where a figure slowly walked out of the shadows.

He was a tall and thin man, his face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. He had a scimitar on his waist, and the scabbard was covered with mottled bloodstains.

He is Tiexiong’s number one assassin, nicknamed “Shadow”. He is famous for assassinations and never leaves anyone alive.

Tiexiong pointed at him and growled, “Youying, take your men there tonight and bring back Zhang Chen’s head!”

The shadow nodded slightly, his voice as low as a ghost: “Don’t worry, Brother Xiong, he won’t survive the night.” After that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, followed by several of his masked men. Their footsteps were as light as the wind blowing through the sand, silently.

It was late at night, the sound of the wind in the deserted city was fading away, but the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel was completely silent.

Zhang Chen was lying on the huge round bed, his silk robe loosely open, revealing his muscular chest.

He was half leaning against the head of the bed, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. The scarlet liquid swayed gently in the crystal glass, reflecting his handsome yet somewhat lazy face.

Bing Xin knelt beside the bed, gently massaging his shoulders with her fingers, her movements gentle, as if soothing his tense muscles.

Honglian leaned against the window, playing with a long whip in her hand, her fiery red nails gleaming in the light.

She occasionally glanced out the window and whispered, “My Lord, there is something wrong with the silence of this deserted city.”

Hearing this, Zhang Chen lazily raised his eyelids and curled his lips: “Quiet? That means something exciting is coming.”

His tone was relaxed, as if he had already expected that tonight would not be peaceful.

Outside the window, Shadow and his men were sneaking towards them like ghosts.

They stuck to the wall and took advantage of the cover of night to avoid the zombies wandering outside the hotel.

The shadow squatted behind a broken wall, squinting at the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the hotel. The light shone through the glass, and the figure inside could be vaguely seen.

With a slight wave of his fingers, the men behind him immediately dispersed, some climbed onto the roof, and some sneaked in the back door, their movements were swift and tacit.

Shadow took a deep breath and slowly unsheathed the scimitar in his hand. The blade flashed a cold light in the moonlight.

He whispered, “The target is on the top floor, let’s finish it quickly.” After that, he flashed and rushed towards the outer wall of the hotel like a black shadow. Using his hands and feet, he climbed up the drainpipe silently.

His movements were light but full of murderous intent, and every step was like the footsteps of death, approaching quietly.

Just as the shadow approached the top floor, Honglian by the window suddenly frowned, swung the whip in his hand violently, a flash of fire appeared, and a slight explosion was heard in the air.

She turned to look at Zhang Chen, her tone a little excited: “Master, there is a rat coming up.”

Zhang Chen put down his wine glass, stretched himself, and said lazily: “You came just in time. I think tonight is too boring.”

He patted Bing Xin’s hand, motioning her to get up, then slowly stood up, the hem of his nightgown swaying gently with his movements.

Outside the door, Ling Shuang pushed it open and walked in, her silver hair slightly disheveled, obviously she had just returned from patrolling outside.

“My lord, someone has broken in. There is movement on the third floor and the roof.”

Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully: “Oh? It seems that stupid bear Tiexiong is eager to die.”

Walking to the window, he looked down through the glass, and raised his lips: “Girls, go and have some fun, don’t let me down.”

Honglian was the first to rush out. She swung her whip, flames exploded, and her figure leaped out of the window like a ball of flame and headed straight for the roof.

Ling Shuang followed closely behind, her sword unsheathed, cold air spreading out, she pointed her toes, and her whole body swept towards the third floor like an ice-blue stream of light.

Qing Yuan lazily got up from the sofa, shook her wrist, and the flying blade flew across her fingertips. She whispered, “It’s really troublesome. I can’t even sleep peacefully.” After that, she disappeared out the door.

On the roof, the shadow had just climbed over the edge and had not yet stood firm when he heard a sweet laugh: “Little mouse, you run quite fast!” He looked up suddenly and saw Honglian standing not far away, with a long whip rolling towards him like a fire snake, bringing with it a scorching wind pressure.

The shadow flashed and blocked with the scimitar. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. He was shocked and took two steps back. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: “This woman… has such strong power!”

At the same time, on the corridor on the third floor, Ling Shuang coldly stopped two masked assassins. With a wave of her sword, ice spikes condensed out of thin air. Before the assassins could react, they were frozen into ice sculptures. Then she flicked her fingers, and the ice sculptures shattered, with blood and flesh splattering.

She snorted coldly, “Not even a single blow can withstand.” Qing Yuan wandered to the other side, the blade in her hand shooting out like the wind, each strike accurately cutting the assassin’s throat, blood blooming in the dim light, she shook her hand in disdain, “So dirty.”

In the top floor suite, Bing Xin stood beside Zhang Chen, holding a dagger in her hand, and whispered, “Master, can I go and help?” Zhang Chen waved his hand and said lazily, “No, they can handle these small fish and shrimps.”

Before he could finish his words, the French window exploded with a bang, and a shadowy figure rushed in like a ghost, stabbing Zhang Chen’s heart with a scimitar.

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes and turned his body to the side. The blade brushed against his pajamas, cutting a hole in the silk.

He glanced down and frowned, “Tsk, this is my favorite dress.”

The next second, he raised his right hand, and a dark golden dagger appeared in his hand. With a flash of the knife, Youying felt a flash before his eyes and a chill on his wrist. He looked down and found that the hand holding the knife was broken at the wrist, and blood gushed out.

The shadow gritted his teeth and stepped back, his eyes full of horror: “You… aren’t you a loser who can only grow vegetables?”

Zhang Chen smiled lazily, walked forward slowly, and the tip of the knife drew a string of sparks on the ground: “Growing vegetables is my hobby, killing people is my profession.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly accelerated and the dagger stabbed out like lightning. Before the shadow could react, his chest was pierced and blood spurted out. He fell down with his eyes wide open, and he was no longer able to breathe.

Outside the door, Honglian walked in dragging a charred corpse and said with a grin, “Master, the roof is clean. These guys are too fragile.”

Ling Shuang and Qing Yuan also came back one after another. Ling Shuang said coldly: “The third floor has been dealt with. Five people, all killed.”

Zhang Chen nodded, put the dagger back into his waist, and said lazily: “Idiot Tiexiong, you want to kill me just because I sent a few trash? It seems that I have to meet him in person tomorrow.”

As the night deepened, the hotel returned to peace. Zhang Chen leaned back on the bed, took a sip from his wine glass, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger: “You dare to touch my things, Tiexiong, your good days are over.”

Chapter 762 Iron-Blooded Measures

In the deserted city in the south, the city lord’s mansion is located on the high ground in the west of the city. It is a solid fortress made of reinforced concrete. The outer wall is covered with dead vines. Several armed guards stand on the watchtower, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

The city lord Wei Xiong was a burly middle-aged man with a scar on his face running from his left eyebrow to his chin, which made him look even more ferocious.

He stood in the middle of the hall, holding a glass of turbid homemade liquor in his hand, squinting his eyes and listening to his men report on Zhang Chen’s arrival.

“City Lord, Zhang Chen moved into the hotel with a group of women, killed the assassin sent by Tie Xiong, and threatened to settle accounts with Tie Xiong.” The subordinate whispered with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

Wei Xiong snorted coldly and threw the wine glass heavily to the ground, splattering broken glass. He asked in a rough voice: “The goods were stolen?”

“Hmph, I think this kid is just looking for an excuse! He’s bored of staying in the Northern Frontier and wants to come to the Central Plains to get involved!” He narrowed his eyes, a cold sense of crisis flashing in his eyes.

Wei Xiong has been operating in the southern deserted city for many years. He controls several safe camps and has a complex network of influence.

He was well aware of Zhang Chen’s title – the Overlord of the Northern Frontier, the man who ruled the wilderness alone and possessed countless resources and beauties.

His fame had already spread throughout the Central Plains. Whenever it was mentioned, both the wanderers and the camp leaders could not help but tremble in fear.

Some people said that he killed zombies as easily as cutting grass, some said that each of his maids could fight against a hundred people alone, and some said that the fruits and vegetables he grew could be exchanged for supplies for half a city.

How could Wei Xiong not feel like a thorn in his side when such a being set foot in the south?

“This kid has such a big appetite!” Wei Xiong gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound. “It’s not enough to just rob the goods, he wants to conquer the entire Central Plains?”

“I worked so hard to conquer this territory, why should I give it to him!” He turned to look at his confidant beside him and whispered, “Go, call the battalion commanders of several camps. I want to set up a Hongmen Banquet and treat Zhang Chen to a good meal.” The confidant was stunned, then smiled sinisterly, “The city lord is wise!”

The next morning, the City Lord’s Mansion was busy.

The servants set up a long table in the spacious hall, covering the table with a white tablecloth found in the ruins. Although it was a little torn, it still managed to maintain some grandeur.

There were several pieces of mutant wild boar meat on the grill, the fat dripping on the fire was sizzling, and the aroma filled the air.

There were several jars of strong liquor piled in the corner, and the aroma was so strong that it was choking.

On the surface, it was a grand banquet, but there was a strange sense of tension in the air.

Wei Xiong stood in the middle of the hall, wearing a patchwork black leather coat, his scarred face flickering in the firelight.

Behind him stood the battalion commanders of four camps, each with a sinister look in his eyes and a weapon on his waist.

Li Hu, the battalion commander of the East Camp, was a sturdy man with a stubble on his face. He held a heavy axe in his hand and grinned, “City Lord, is Zhang Chen really that powerful? I’d like to think about it!” Zhou She, the battalion commander of the West Camp, smiled sinisterly, “Don’t worry, let him have a few drinks at the banquet, and then we can take action to save effort.

The other two nodded in agreement, obviously having already reached a tacit understanding.

Wei Xiong sneered and waved his hand: “Don’t underestimate him, this guy can fight his way here from the northern border, he must have some skills under his command.

At the banquet tonight, we will first calm him down and get him drunk, then rush over and chop off his head!” He paused, his murderous intent growing stronger, “Central Plains belongs to me, no one can take it away!”

At the same time, a gold-stamped invitation was delivered to Zhang Chen.

Bing Xin walked into the suite holding the invitation and whispered, “My Lord, the city lord Wei Xiong invited you to a banquet tonight to make amends for the robbery of the goods.”

Zhang Chen was leaning on the sofa, Honglian feeding him a peeled lychee. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, took the invitation and glanced at it, and raised the corner of his mouth: “Apology?”

“Haha, this old guy is clearly planning a Hongmen Feast.”

Honglian chuckled and swung the long whip in her hand: “Master, do you want me to burn down the City Lord’s Mansion first?”

Ling Shuang stood aside and said coldly: “No need, it’s better to go and see what tricks they play.”

Qing Yuan lazily leaned against the door, the flying blade spinning around on his fingertips: “Boring, it’s all about killing in the end anyway.”

Zhang Chen laughed and clapped his hands: “Okay, girls, pack up and accompany me to dinner tonight, and by the way, see how brave this Wei Xiong is.”