My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 909

Chapter 909 -909 Dealing With Pest

This time, the woman had truly struck a nerve, exposing his business to outsiders, but Sparrow had expected nothing less from someone like her. It didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

He merely cast her a cold, predatory glance, the kind that made her skin crawl. She immediately shrank back into the man’s arms. Tilting his head, Sparrow’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk.

“Do you seriously think you can take what’s in my hands?” he asked, his tone dripping with menace.

“Sure…” the man replied, signaling his men. In an instant, their guns were trained on Sparrow’s group.

The survivors from the warehouse froze, fear rippling through them. Many stepped back, and a few, too terrified to resist, threw their hands into the air.

“I’ll give my supplies! I’ll give it all, just don’t kill me!” cried two or three of the survivors, supermarket staff and shoppers alike. Their desperate surrender made their leader grit his teeth in frustration.

“Such cowards, ungrateful wretches!” the leader roared, his face flushed with fury. Sparrow couldn’t help but note that this man was indeed a solid choice; once he made a decision, he didn’t go back on his word. Right now, he seemed determined to stick with Sparrow’s team through thick and thin.

Sparrow, however, held back from acting. He wanted to see how the rest would respond to this situation, these presumptuous fools who thought they could take on a tiger armed with nothing more than a toothpick.

Sparrow decided to watch how these people would react; this would serve as his first screening. Initially, he had planned to simply send them to the base and let Tristan handle the evaluation, weeding out those unfit to stay.

But now, the opportunity had presented itself on its own. Why not take advantage of it and cut out the tumors here and now, sparing Tristan the extra work once they arrived at the base? 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Sparrow’s gaze lingered on those who were switching sides, but in his mind, he was already counting how many he would have to deal with. None of them could be allowed to live. He had already mentioned the existence of their base, and that knowledge could be used as leverage.

Though the base was now open to outsiders for trade, he knew these types of people, who are predictably treacherous, the sort who would scheme under their very noses. Such people could never be allowed past the gates.

And so, Sparrow stood back and watched as the people spun their own little drama. A few of the warehouse survivors had already switched sides, now lined up behind the newcomers.

The pretentious woman, putting on her best impression of a fragile damsel, clung to the arm of a man who, while far from matching Sparrow or Vulture in looks, was still, in her eyes, the better choice.

With him, she could wield her charm freely, bending him to cherish and obey her, unlike Sparrow and Vulture, who, in her mind, were utterly hopeless when it came to women. Disdaining them for not knowing how to treat her “properly,” she wasted no time defecting.

To sweeten her welcome, she even spilled Sparrow’s group’s secrets, hoping to earn merit. After all, if her betrayal led to hauling in such a wealth of supplies, she expected to be treated like a queen.

But despite all her thoughts, Sparrow never showed a hint of panic. When he saw the weapons from the other side drawn and pointed at them, he glanced over his shoulder at the survivors from the warehouse still standing behind him. “Anyone here still thinking of switching sides? Better decide now,” he said.

None of them moved. Fear was etched on their faces, and they knew they were outnumbered, yet they still gripped their crowbars and other makeshift weapons tightly, as if ready to jump into the fire alongside Sparrow’s team.

Seeing this, Sparrow raised an eyebrow. “Very well…”

He turned back to face the enemy, no longer bothering to hide the sinister smile that spread across his lips as he gazed at those standing before him.

“Brothers, it seems these people want us dead and robbed us in broad daylight. How should we respond?” Sparrow asked, his gaze fixed on Vulture and the rest. The moment his words dropped, his bloodthirsty aura spread, making his teammates snicker as their smiles widened.

They understood exactly what their captain intended. Many of them, hardened by countless brushes with death, could summon their own killing intent, though none as potent as Sparrow’s or Vulture’s.

Even so, it was enough to make the opposing group tremble, their courage faltering at the sight of those sinister grins carved onto Sparrow’s men’s faces.

“D-Don’t move, or we’ll open fire!” the opposing leader stammered, his voice cracking as a cold dread crawled up his spine. His feet felt like lead, rooted by fear.

But then, perhaps one of his men was so rattled by Sparrow and his team’s presence that his trembling finger jerked the trigger, sending a shot straight at Vulture.

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