Chapter 184 The Quietest Threat in the Room
Chapter 184 The Quietest Threat in the Room
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The one who nearly depopted <i>his </i><i>entire </i>camp <i>through </i><i>internal </i><i>culling </i>and <ibat </i>trials, <i>leaving </i>only the strongest alive? That Theron Yorke?!
The man pulled off his ckbat mask upon hearing Lucas speak. Beneath it was a sharply contoured face, his skin a deep bronze tone. He looked like he had some foreign blood in him–his features were chiseled, every angle hard and pronounced. Thick brows, a high nose bridge, and striking amber eyes made his expression seem perpetually intense. Even standing perfectly still, his buzz–cut hair and strong jawline radiated an aura of raw aggression and dominance.
“Been a while.” Theron said, extending a hand toward Lucas, who sped it firmly.
“Lucas and Theron used to serve on the same missions,” Kyle quietly exined to Theresa. “Theron grew up abroad–he’s one of our country’s expatriates in the Karifan continent. When our national riot division was deployed there, he joined up. He knew the terrain and the locals, helped win a bunch of decisive battles, and earned a ton of merit. Eventually, they made him the corpsmander. Just wrapped up an international campaign eight months ago and got reassigned back here.”
He paused. “He’s… not like us.”
Of course, he wasn’t. Theresa had heard stories in her past life about Theron’s brutal methods and ruthlessmand, none of which Lucas‘ bunch coulde up with. He and Lucas might havee from the same military system, but they stood at opposite ends of the spectrum: one protection, the other annihtion.
Feeling eyes on him, Theron nced past Lucas and spotted three figures standing in the shadows behind him–one of them a woman.
Unfazed, he pulled his gaze away and asked, “You got food?”
“Not on me,” Lucas replied. “But I can get you some.”
“Alright.”
At that, Lucas turned and walked over to Theresa. “Ms. Hall, you’ve still got food, right?”
“What, you want to feed them?”
“Yes. Lend me some, will you? I’ll pay you back.”
Theresa quirked a brow but agreed readily. She pretended to rummage through her bag, but really she pulled several pre–prepared meal kits and a pack of pasta from her domain. She didn’t eat this processed stuff much anymore–fresh produce from her own stash had long reced it–but she’d stockpiled quite a bit back then, and now was the perfect time to trade it for something more valuable.
“This stuff’s rare. I’m charging you double.”
“Fair,” Lucas said as he took the food and brought it over to Theron’s group.
Ten minutester, everyone had gathered in the first–floor lobby. With the zombies still raging outside, it was far too risky to rest up on the fifth floor again. Luckily, dawn was only a few hours away. They’d rest here for now and figure out a breakout n in the morning.
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Chapter 184 The Quietest Threat in the Room
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A fire crackled in a metal barrel, and arge pot bubbled over it. Steam rolled off the pasta, and Theresa’s meal kits had all been tossed in and boiled together.
Theron’s squad sat along the right side of the room, silent, motionless, waiting to eat. Theresa and her team sat across from them alongside the K1 Camp people.
The Haven Camp members, on the other hand, lingered around the outer edge, noticeably more isted. That was when someone from Haven noticed Tyger wasn’t sitting with them.
“Tyger, what the hell? We’re all sitting here!” Flynt snapped, clearly unhappy.
“Tyger’s with me now,” she said, ncing up at them. “He’s mine.”
Instantly, silence fell over the entire Haven group. For a full three minutes, no one dared say a word.
Finally, someone who hadn’t yet been on the receiving end of Theresa’s fists muttered, “Isn’t it kind of shady to just poach people from our camp without even telling us?”
Theresa didn’t bother arguing. She simply waved them over with a smile. “If you’ve got a problem,e say it to my face.”
The crowd went silent.
The entire Haven Camp–Wolfe included–had seen firsthand what she was capable of. More than half of them had personally received her beating. The few who hadn’t? They weren’t about to volunteer. Between. her background, her ability, and her no–nonsense brutality, only a fool would challenge her.
Right then, a low chuckle came from across the fire.
Theresa turned to look and found herself face–to–face with Theron’s gaze–sharp and focused like a predator’s. His lips curved ever so slightly, but the smile faded almost instantly. He didn’t look at her again. Just focused back on the simmering pot in front of him.
One of his men stood up and starteddling food into bowls. They’d gone so long without a proper meal, the smell alone was enough to make them feel lightheaded. Even if it was just pre–apocalypse mass- produced rations, right now? It tasted like heaven.
Inside that massive pot, Theresa’s meal kits hadbined into a steaming feast: chicken and mushroom stew, braised pork, minced eggnt, pepper steak bites, smoked pork with sauerkraut, curry chicken, -sweet zed pork ribs…
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