"Ah—"
Mournful screams echoed through the zombie horde, with special abilities flashing in that area.
Ji Lin propped himself on the car hood, jumped to the top, and looked over there.
Chuzheng leaned against the car door, staring expressionlessly at the surging zombie horde.
This is a classic case of getting yourself into trouble.
Don't follow this example!
From this case, we can also conclude one thing—robbery is a no-go, especially robbing from me.
Master Ba originally wanted a quick resolution. If it had been someone else, seeing so many zombies, they would have already been scared out of their wits. He could safely retreat with the goods in hand, with plenty of time.
But who thought he'd encounter a weirdo like Chuzheng.
Ji Lin sat on the car roof, one leg slightly bent, with a bit of roguish charm: "I've always wanted to ask, why is your special ability so strong?"
He had witnessed the ability to turn zombies into dust before but never asked.
