Compared to Old Zheng, the man's thoughts were much simpler, but in terms of lacking a sense of humor, the two were quite similar...
"Go ahead, I've figured it out. If this matter is harmful to me, how can you ensure I will pass on the message? So, I guess I was overthinking it..." the man said honestly.
His words were indeed plain and simple. Ling Mo chuckled noncommittally, took a few steps toward the staircase, and then signaled him to follow.
Seeing the two walk away, Old Zheng showed a trace of curiosity, but could only pretend to stand calmly in place. As a result, he didn't hear anything but was instead tormented by the changes of expression on the man's face.
"Pangolin... Ah, dammit, what did Ling Mo say!"
...
When Ling Mo and his group returned to the hotel, another half hour had passed.
The sky had completely darkened, and most zombies had entered an active state.
