At the entrance of the art gallery, Hao Zhou and the others had just stuffed a small portion of the valuable paintings into the truck.
Kun Ba wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"It's not enough. There are still a lot of sculptures at the entrance of the first floor. We need to make some space for them."
"Okay, we'll keep a big truck to carry the Heart of the Apocalypse. After we send one batch, we'll come back and move them a few more times."
Hao Zhou wasn't greedy. In his opinion, with a big truck, they could probably move it back and forth three or four times. Although they wouldn't be able to move all of them, they could still move most of them.
"I'm afraid only Tyrant can move the Heart of the Apocalypse."
As they were talking, Kun Ba saw something, and his expression became strange.
Everyone followed Kun Ba's gaze.
Not far away, Fang Heng brought a group of zombies and walked around from the back parking lot.
