"Too many words. Hurry up and finish the job so we can hunt other targets."
A person standing by the window, holding a long-handled giant axe, said indifferently. Upon closer inspection, the blade of this axe appeared extremely sharp.
Zhou An was lying on the ground, his upper body bound, with a knife wound on his shoulder that was neither too deep nor too shallow, his whole body covered in blood-red liquid.
He gritted his teeth tightly, his expression twisted, his facial fat squeezed together, staring at these mysterious intruders, his bloodshot eyes filled with anger, despair, hatred, and panic intertwined.
All of this seemed like a nightmare, the deepest nightmare of the night.
In the past few days, Zhou An and a few others regrouped and found a decent amount of food, safely surviving the days. Just yesterday, through information on a forum, they joined this group.
