The Walking Dead TWD

"Why haven't you come back yet? Did something happen to my sister?"

Amy looked towards Atlanta worriedly. Her sister was much braver than herself, but it was inevitable that her sister Amy would worry about her because she was going to search for supplies for the first time.

"Don't worry, Amy, Glenn will bring them back," Lori comforted.

"If the progress was fast, Glenn should have returned long ago, but they haven't come back yet..."

"Ai..." Before Lori could finish comforting Amy, Amy screamed because she saw the familiar pickup truck.

Glenn, Moore, T, Jacqui... Ibby got out of the car, and it was not until she saw Adria that Amy burst into tears of joy.

"It's Andrea, she's not dead, they're back!"

Amy dropped the damn clothes in her hands and tried to throw herself into Andrea's arms.

But when Amy passed by Moore, she was pushed by Moore.

"Hey, you little bitch, stay away from my people!"

Amy got up from the ground, rubbed her sore butt, and looked at Moore in disbelief. Andrea saw her sister being attacked and stretched out her claws to scratch Moore's face.

The others were originally happy to come and greet Glenn and his group, but the sudden change made them a little overwhelmed.

They didn't know what More was up to.

Sean heard the quarrel and also ran towards Moore, but he suddenly remembered that he was no longer in charge, so he slowed down his pace a lot.

There was no need to think about it, it must be Moore causing trouble again. Sean wanted to throw this difficult problem to Zhou Nan to see how Zhou Nan would deal with it.

Zhou Nan naturally saw Sean with a playful look on his face. He also knew that although Sean would not bring him any obstacles, he would not bring him any help either.

Now Sean just wants to laugh at himself.

Zhou Nan didn't expect Sean to help him, so he just shouted, "Morgan! Bring your men over."

"it is good."

Morgan responded and hurried to inform others.

Zhou Nan also walked towards Moore's direction.

Zhou Nan's group of people moved very quickly. When everyone in the camp was succumbing to More's tyranny, they were all equipped with weapons and went to the scene of the incident in an orderly manner to ambush.

Poor Moore had no idea what was going to happen and was still laughing wildly: "Where's Sean?"

"Why, are you scared and hiding?"

"Come out, you coward! Today we're going to have a real fight!"

Sean couldn't stand this kind of provocation, and he shouted angrily from a distance: "Asshole More, I'm not in charge here anymore!"

Moore's eyes lit up. He thought Sean was scared. "So you're giving up voluntarily?"

Sean walked over slowly, then leaned against the RV and said leisurely, "Zhou Nan is in charge here now. If you have any questions, go find him!"

Everyone was furious seeing Sean's nonchalant look.

Although Sean may feel uncomfortable about losing his status, being ruled by a bastard More is definitely not a good thing. For the sake of the overall situation, Sean cannot sit idly by.

For a time, Sean's actions caused dissatisfaction among everyone, and even Lori looked at Sean with contempt.

"Zhou Nan? Who is Zhou Nan? Come out here!" Moore shouted again.

Zhou Nan also stood up after seeing Morgan and the others finished their arrangements.

"Shaun the Sheep is right. I'm in charge here now. If you have anything to say, just tell me directly!"

"Shaun the Sheep?"

Although Sean didn't understand what this meant, he knew that what Zhou Nan said was definitely not a good thing.

Moore suddenly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Zhou Nan.

After Moore made this gesture, a group of men and women holding rifles emerged from all directions, and they all pointed their guns at Moore.

"WTF?" Moore was shocked. He didn't know when these people surrounded him.

But Mor was not panicked: "Boy, what's the use of having more people?"

"If I take a bullet, I'll die, and so will you."

Zhou Nan shook his head in denial: "Even if you and I die together, think about your good brother Daryl. If I die, he will be beaten to a pulp by my people."

"Would you like to try it, Moll?"

Moore's face was gloomy and uncertain. His younger brother Daryl was the only weakness of this bastard.

"Good sir, I trust you will not attack me while I am sheathing my weapon?"

Zhou Nan shrugged: "Of course not."

After thinking it over, Moore withdrew his weapon and put it into the holster at his waist.

After putting away his weapon, Mor suggested, "How about this? Let's have a real man's hand-to-hand fight!"

"Whoever wins gets to stay here and manage the team. Whoever loses gets to leave here on their own. No matter what happens outside, you can't come back!"

Zhou Nan nodded: "Isn't it unfair for me to follow you?"

Moore glanced at Zhou Nan's figure, then looked at the figures of Zhou Nan and his group, and then Moore said with disdain.

"Okay, if you want fairness, I'll satisfy you!"

"How about this, except for Sean, you can send anyone you want, as long as they can defeat me, I will fulfill my promise!"

Daryl saw his brother confronting Zhou Nan from a distance. He quickly put down the squirrel in his hand, ran over, and said to Moore.

"No, Mor, could you please stop messing around?"

"It's almost night time now. You know how dangerous it is in the dark. Going out like this is no different from going straight to your death."

Mor clapped his hands. "I'm kidding? My dear brother, I'm doing all this for you. Are you crazy?"

"Now that this guy is in charge, have you already started to consider him and give up your brother who depends on you for everything?"

Daryl paced restlessly. "Moir, if you lose, this is for you too!"

Daryl didn't want anyone here to get hurt or die!

Moore glanced at Zhou Nan's men and found that only Harris was of similar size to him, but his arm was wrapped in bandages, like a patient with a broken bone.

"Good brother, can you stop being so nagging? You're even more annoying than those bitches!"

Then Moore said to Zhou Nan, "Take it if you have the guts. Don't hide in your shell like a turtle!"

Daryl really had no way to deal with his brother because More was a bastard and he would not listen to his advice.

Daryl could only whisper to Zhou Nan: "If you lose, I will send you to a safe place at night, and you don't have to worry about your safety being threatened."

"Hide there. I will try my best to convince Mor to let you return to the team."

Daryl felt that Zhou Nan was a victim, and it was all because of his jerk brother who was too bullying, so Daryl was also thinking about how to protect Zhou Nan.

It was also the first time that Zhou Nan heard Darryl speak so much. Usually Darryl spoke one word at a time.

Zhou Nan patted Daryl on the shoulder. It was very rare for Daryl to say such words. He knew what he meant.

But no matter whether Zhou Nan wins or loses, Moore must not be driven away, as that would only force Daryl to leave the team with him.

Maul might not be a big deal, but Daryl is a solid teammate.

He could only say that he forgave More for Daryl's sake, and perhaps he could even gain Daryl's gratitude. Zhou Nan would naturally not miss such an opportunity.

It doesn't matter to Moore whether he has feelings for him or not. He is much easier to deal with than Sean.

Although this bastard is disgusting, he is really good to his younger brother. The two brothers depend on each other, and he will be wherever Daryl is.

As long as he can get the support of his brother Daryl, then Maul will be easily captured.

Zhou Nan then said to Moore, "Okay, I'll take it."

Then Zhou Nan signaled Paul to come on the field with his eyes, because Paul was the individual with the strongest one-on-one ability on their side.

Paul also understood what he meant. He threw away his long knife and walked into the crowd.

Seeing that the man was even thinner than Zhou Nan, a trace of contempt flashed in Moore's eyes. Then Moore threw away his weapon and signaled the two to fight with bare hands.

At this time, night fell and the venue was dark, so everyone lit a bright bonfire in the open space.

No one was afraid that zombies would be attracted by the flames, because there were so many of them that they were not afraid of just three or two zombies.

The firelight flickered, casting two confronting figures.

Moore, a former soldier, has learned some fighting skills and is good at street fighting. His muscles are particularly strong.

Paul, a martial arts coach, is a little thin and looks frail, but if you really underestimate him, you will be wrong!

The two men confronted each other, and Moore's eyes were fixed on Paul.

Soon More could no longer contain his eager heart, and his attack began!

Moore was the first to break the silence. He growled and approached Paul with steady steps.

Although Paul looks weak, Moore just wants to give his all, he is determined to win this camp!

Moore rushed towards Paul and hit Paul in the face with his right fist. He looked pretty good.

Paul's eyes were calm, and he tilted his body slightly, easily avoiding the attack. Moore's fist only grazed Paul's cheek.

The attack missed, but Moore didn't pause and followed up with his left fist.

But Paul reacted faster, his body was flexible and his mind was quick, and he cleverly avoided the attack again.

Although Moore's attacks were fierce, Paul neutralized them each time with minimal movement, and soon Moore's physical strength could no longer keep up.

After teasing More for a while, Paul finally had enough and started to fight back.

Paul's movements were concise and efficient, with a straight left punch seemingly heading straight for More's chest.

But in fact, his left hand has no strength, and the hidden right hand is Paul's trump card!

Moore was fooled and tried to block with his arm, but Paul's left fist only lightly touched Moore's arm.

Moore had already prepared for defense, but Paul's strength was too light, which was obviously unreasonable.

Moore instinctively felt that something was wrong. He glanced down, but it was too late.

Paul's powerful right fist hit Moore's side directly.

Moore felt a dull pain. This punch made him feel severe pain. He now felt unbearable pain and could hardly stand!

Paul also seized the opportunity. He leaned forward and hit Moore's ankle with a quick low kick, causing him to lose balance.

Moore tried to steady himself, but Paul's next blow had already arrived, a precise uppercut that hit Moore's chin.

Moore's chin was hit and his eyes were blurry. His body was also moved by the force of the blow and fell backwards.

Moore fell heavily to the ground. He lay there, gasping for breath. It took him a long time to regain consciousness.

A hint of unwillingness flashed in Moore's eyes, but he really couldn't beat Paul.

He knew that Paul was no simple person.

Paul stood in front of More, looking down at him. He did not continue to attack, but just waited quietly.

Moore slowly got up from the ground and said with a wry smile.

"I, Mor, have lost. I will keep my promise and leave here now!"