You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

"Such a big truck must be loaded with a lot of food, right?"

"Heh heh, maybe there's even alcohol?"

"Did you guys see that?"

"There's a woman inside that vehicle ahead, although her skin is a bit dark, but her figure is explosively good!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The crowd gathered behind the truck discussed unrestrainedly, occasionally letting out laughs that all men understood.

Meanwhile, sitting in the driver's seat, Brother Gou received an order.

"Tian Gou."

"Throw the keys out."

Zhang Wei, who was beside him, twitched at these words.

Are we really going to do this?

After all, what's loaded in the back are—

As he was thinking, Brother Gou had already taken out a set of keys from his pocket and thrown them out the window.

"Son of a—!"

"Where did you throw them?"

The keys hit a bald man outside directly, who wanted to flare up and pull the people from the truck immediately, but was held back by his companion beside him.

"Let's see how much is inside the truck first, we'll deal with them later!"

Upon hearing this, the bald man turned and walked to the back of the truck.

He was right.

"Hurry up, Baldy!"

"We've all been waiting for ages!"

"Exactly, I haven't had a full meal in freaking two days!"

The crowd at the front of the truck saw him approaching and immediately someone opened their mouth to urge him on, and many people were quietly squeezing forward, afraid that their share would be snatched away when the looting started.

Everyone kept a close watch on the rear door of the carriage, their eyes filled with greed.

Occasionally glancing at their companions, a flash of wariness crossed their eyes.

Click.

The lock on the rear door opened.

The bald man felt it might have been an illusion, but he seemed to hear a faint panting sound, like an old bellows gasping.

Just as he was hesitating, the person next to him had already yanked open the rear door.

"Grr...argh..."

A chilling growl rang out instantaneously.

Squirming corpses wriggled like worms, crawling out from inside.

The bald man's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils constricted; he wanted to retreat, but his body was pushed relentlessly forward by the crowd behind!

A stinking mouth fiercely bit into his face!

"Aaagh!"

Screams sounded like triggered alarms.

The crowd suddenly became chaotic, jostling, and trampling.

Who would have thought that the truck wasn't loaded with food but dozens of still wriggling, crawling zombies!

The instant the rear door opened, these zombies received the same command.

Bite on sight.

The ferocity that had been lost erupted thunderously in that moment.

The seven or eight people at the front were almost all knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The horde of corpses tore at their flesh frantically, immediately pouncing on the next target within their sight after leaving wounds.

Screams and moans filled everyone's hearts with fear and despair.

The traffic light in front had frozen.

What happened?

Just a second ago, he was full of pride, grateful for this heavenly gift, a full truck of supplies and a sexy woman.

The next second, screams abruptly rose, and the crowd gathered behind the truck plunged into chaos.

Someone was vaguely shouting something about zombies.

Zombies?

Where?

The traffic light prepared to go over and take a look.

Suddenly, a thick arm stretched out from the window.

The hand, veiny and darkening, pierced through his flesh with its sharp nails.

He cried out in pain, pulling on the person's arm to look into the vehicle, only to see a man with a sinister smile painted on his face staring back at him with blood-red eyes.

Why were this man's eyes red?

And he was wearing a mask?

Before the traffic light could react, the mask was yanked off by the man, who then opened his mouth and bit into his arm.

"Aaagh!"

"Let go! Let go now!"

The intense pain made him struggle desperately, but a sudden loss of grip caused his body to crash down onto the ground.

Finally, the door in front of him opened.

Zhang Ye stepped out.

Three tall figures stood behind him.

One of them was the man who had just pulled off his mask and bitten into the traffic light.

"You, you, you, who exactly are you?"

The traffic light finally felt afraid.

The man who had bitten him was clearly a zombie!

But why would a zombie appear in the car of a living person? Could it be that the man about his age in front of him wasn't human either?

Zhang Ye looked at him with eyes filled with sympathy and helplessness.

"Why do you have to pick on an honest man like me?"

"I already told you, there are no supplies in the car, but you just wouldn't believe me."

"See, now you've gotten your comeuppance, haven't you?"

As he spoke, the traffic light's eyes began to whiten and his body convulsed violently.

"Wh-why..."

His lingering consciousness was still trying to find an answer.

Zhang Ye sighed, squatted down, and gently said to him as his face twitched with bulging veins:

"Because, you see."

"I am the man who wants to become the Harem King."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he might have misspoken, but before he could correct himself, the traffic light in front of him had already roared and lunged forward to bite.

Bloody and mucus-covered teeth were about to touch Zhang Ye's neck.

A large hand suddenly pressed down on the traffic light's head.

At the same time, a flash of electricity sparked to life.

Sizzzzz.

"Sorry there, seems like I misspoke—I, for one, am set to become the Zombie King."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the traffic light's body stopped struggling.

[Zombie Chen Ergou has been captured. Add to employee list?]

"Chen Ergou?"

"His name doesn't quite match the person, does it?"

Zhang Ye chuckled, stood up, and walked towards the truck, where the commotion was also starting to settle down.

Brother Dog and his two companions had already gotten off the truck and were waiting nearby.

"Boss."

"It looks like they killed a few employees."

Upon seeing him approach, Brother Dog immediately came up to report the situation, pointing to a few people huddled up and resisting inside a distant building.

Luo Xin, upon hearing this, instantly got anxious.

"How many are scrapped?"

"An arm broken, or a leg?"

"Can they still be used?"

You see, those zombies were assigned to the energy department!

It concerned her own personal interests!

Whether she could achieve the freedom to slack off as a leader depended on how effective these newly "recruited" employees were! And now, before they could even be put to use, several were lost?

This won't do!

"Strict punishment!"

"There must be strict punishment!"

"Otherwise, I'm not working overtime tonight!"

When Zhang Ye heard this, it was a grave matter. The electrical grid in the villa area wasn't set up yet, and they were all counting on Luo Xin to work late into the night!

Her opinions had to be taken seriously!

With this in mind, he immediately said:

"Whatever the loss, we'll make up for it with the same number of their people!"

"Tian Gou, you join in too!"

With the addition of the trio, the bandits who were already struggling could no longer hold on.

In less than ten minutes, the fight was over.

Seven or eight captives knelt on the ground.

In front of them lay two corpses in black work uniforms, their brains splattered.

"Who did this?"

"Who the hell did this!"

"If someone speaks up, I might consider having Zhang Ye let him go!"

Luo Xin, looking at the bodies on the ground, became a bit agitated, brandishing the wrench she carried in front of these men, scaring them from even daring to lift their heads.

They had all been out in the world, and they understood the score.

The next line to "speak frankly and you'll be spared from the strict punishment."

What was it again?