The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 513

Chapter 513 Jackals in Human Skin

“You trying to wreck the place?”

“Get them!”

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The crowd erupted the moment Tyger smashed the butcher’s stall, bodies surging forward all

at once.

From the edge, Theresa caught every word, every breath of what was happening. She shoved Quentin’s hand off her eyes, pushed Vinny into his arms, and raised her fist as she charged forward.

D*mn it. These sc*m–demons.

If she didn’t fight, she’d be no better than them..

She had lived through two lifetimes in the apocalypse and had seen humanity’s darkest sides, morality trampled again and again. But cannibalism–open, shameless cannibalism—was still the line most people refused to cross.

Even back in Haven Camp, that cesspool of corruption where the strong bullied the weak and schemes never stopped, people hadn’t dared eat each other in broad daylight. If they did, it was in secret, hidden away in shadows.

Eating children, selling people as meat–those had always been fringe horrors, never the mainstream. Even when she had cleared Ansford, she had only found a small nest of cannibals buried underground in the old town. The environment had been brutal there, but even those monsters had known enough to hide.

Here, though, human flesh was being butchered and sold in the open market. The sheer brazenness of it sent a chill down her spine and a rush of fury to her head.

So, she fought.

With her fists.

She didn’t even bother using her abilities. Just her bare knuckles, hammering into those beasts.

Tyger fought inside, Theresa fought on the outside, and together they tore through the mob. Every blow landed heavy, every strike breaking bone.

Tyger, juiced up on strength and speed enhancers, crushed men with one punch each. Theresa’s fists shattered ribs, fractured arms–every move fast and precise, leaving her

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Chapter 513 Jackals in Human Skin

opponents scrambling.

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Within minutes, the whole group around the stall lay groaning on the ground. The man who had been taking money was barely clinging to life. Tyger hurled him onto the butcher’s block and grabbed the cleaver.

The man’s eyes went wide in terror, his screams shrill. “Help! Somebody help me!”

“Oh, so you fear too?” Tyger snarled, glancing at the shredded corpse of the woman lying at his feet.

“You’re outsiders!” a voice shouted from the crowd.

It was the group that had tried to capture Vinny earlier. They pointed at Theresa, yelling, “They’ve come to stir up trouble in our camp!”

At once, the entire camp boiled over. Men and women from the streets, from the fields, from the shade–all of them picked up blades, cleavers, shovels, whatever weapons they had, and surged toward them.

They bared their teeth like jackals, eyes gleaming green in the dim light.

A pack of predators, encircling them. Murder radiated off of them in waves.

This camp wasn’t just full of jackals–it was a camp built entirely of jackals. Cruel to their own, merciless to outsiders, and united only when it came to tearing apart prey.

Weapons raised, they pressed forward inch by inch, until-

“Stop.”

The word was soft, almost gentle. But it cut through the frenzy like a whip.

The mob halted as though commanded by a king. Savage wolves turned into obedient hounds in an instant. Not one dared move. All eyes turned to the man walking toward them.

The sound struck Theresa like a bell in her skull. Why does that voice sound so familiar? Could it

be…

The crowd parted, revealing a tall man with medium–length hair tied back neatly, glasses perched on his nose. His features were handsome, fair, and refined, and the ponytail only added to his scholarly grace rather than making him look weak.

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