Pfft!
Pfft!
Two crisp sounds, and with a sword, two zombies were slain.
"Are you still going to run?" Lin Fan asked.
"No... no more running."
Lin Fan looked at their frightened expressions with a hint of satisfaction. He glanced at the so-called Brother Hao, who had been cursing so fiercely that even the air seemed unclean.
All he could do was take off the man's socks and stuff them into his mouth, silencing him.
He didn't like cursing or speaking ill of others.
Swearing tends to damage one's fortune.
He picked up the trash can that had been knocked over and felt a pang of regret seeing that one of them was broken; after all, they had been bought with taxpayers' money.
He rearranged the trash cans in order.
