"You're saying… this monster just happened to pass by your window while you were enjoying the breeze... and then, you casually took care of it?"
Lucy looked at the zombie corpse at her feet and asked.
"Yes, exactly." Ling Mo nodded.
He was currently sitting comfortably on a sofa chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hands.
Looking at how casual he was, it was clear that he didn't see himself as a guest at all.
There were also about a dozen members of the F group standing in the room, but none of them showed any dissatisfaction with Ling Mo's attitude.
As someone who had saved the lives of their entire group, let alone just sitting there drinking tea, even if he were lying there snoring, it would be considered acceptable.
Among the crowd, there were two or three women who kept looking at Ling Mo with great interest.
If it wasn't for the girls by Ling Mo's side being so outstanding, these women might have already cozied up to him.
