My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 423

Sparrow remained unfazed by the chaos erupting among the opposing party; his expression was grim and cold.

He was already weighing the possibility of eliminating those in front of him.

However, before making that decision, he needed to clarify their claims about his supposed involvement in their people’s deaths—after all, he had only killed zombies, not humans when he got to Port City.

"Hey, fuckers! Are you really accusing me of killing your people? Is it because I took out the zombies in your territory?" Sparrow questioned, his voice chillingly devoid of emotion.

However, the members of the opposing group dismissed his demeanor, convinced they had already gathered all the information they needed.

But their leader continued, "No! You killed the survivors from my shelter. Here’s the deal: either you surrender all your supplies and leave some of your people as compensation for our losses, or you all die, and we’ll still take everything from your trucks, including the vehicles."

"Leader! How can you even consider letting them live? They killed our people!" one of the men shouted, his anger boiling over. He couldn’t believe their leader would contemplate sparing Sparrow’s team.

The rest of the group shared his disbelief, expecting their leader to avenge their fallen comrades by taking down the intruders and claiming both their supplies and women.

"Why would we kill them? It’s not as if they commanded those gigantic bees," the leader whispered back to his subordinates.

"But she mentioned encountering this group in the Western part of the city and using our people as bait! Isn’t that already cruel enough?" one of the men protested, frustration evident in his voice.

"That’s right! Why are you even considering letting them go? Do you really think that’s a wise decision? Don’t forget, there are those coveting your position, just waiting for you to make a wrong move before they strike!"

"That’s a different issue altogether! Listen, if we engage in a fight with these people, we’ll be the only ones to suffer. I have a strong feeling that they could wipe us out completely..."

The leader said through gritted teeth, his gaze fixed on Sparrow as he felt a chill run down his spine under Sparrow’s piercing stare, which seemed to regard them as little more than prey.

"Moreover, we can’t be certain that they were the ones who killed our people..." the leader added.

"Are you implying that one of our own is lying and blaming the innocent? We’ve faced life-and-death situations together and know each other’s character by now. From what I’ve seen, she doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would do that!"

One of the muscular men protested, defending the woman who was still bedridden at their shelter after enduring so much and witnessing the annihilation of her entire team.

Sparrow, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up. "If you’re referring to a group led by a woman with a bob haircut and tanned skin, I didn’t lay a finger on her or her team."

"They attempted to use me and my team as bait, trying to lead the zombies straight to us. All I did was redirect the zombies back to them and ensured my people were hidden in a safe spot. Their fate was in their own hands, not mine."

"If anything, I should be the one asking for compensation for the danger they put me and my team in, along with the psychological trauma it caused us."

Evelyn and Rose exchanged incredulous glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of skepticism and a swirl of other emotions, as if Sparrow had just sprouted a second head.

’Who endangered who?’ Rose mused, raising an eyebrow as she scrutinized Sparrow’s back.

’Captain’s just spinning a web of lies without even batting an eye, huh?’ Evelyn thought, doing her best to keep her skepticism from showing on her face.

However, Clyde and Reeve wore expressions of bewilderment.

Despite standing close to Sparrow, they had to shout to be heard by the opposing party.