Dai Changhao stood up, feeling an unfamiliar sense of freedom that complicated his heart, while the dozen or so flaming silver-armored zombies that had surrounded him had dispersed, aiding other comrades in removing their restraints. This scene deepened Dai Changhao's wonder; he suddenly realized that joining the Peace Party was an astoundingly good decision.
The benefits it brought were too numerous to describe, only now apparent to him.
He clenched his fist, feeling the power in it. The sensation of being trapped and unable to exert force by the locking ring was truly terrible.
"Now, it's my turn to perform," he said, his gaze fixed on a Level 7 silver zombie ahead that had inexplicably begun to frantically destroy buildings, as if opening cans, giving the impression that it was searching for something.
