Wan Fang swallowed, looking at the man on the ground who had been severely beaten by Li Ming. He wanted to explain something, but the words were stuck down his throat.
As he led the way back, he prayed that the managers wouldn't abuse their power like they usually did...
In managing the base, both leaders practiced nepotism. The city guards had grown accustomed to wielding their power and authority, and true to form, so had the managers...
Wan Fang only hoped that these managers would at least have the sense to not let their power go to their heads, unlike the city guards.
Otherwise, the situation would likely only worsen.
Tensions escalating, leaders being killed, the gathering place spiralling out of control, overrun by zombies...
Thinking of the worst-case scenario, Wan Fang's face was cloaked in sweat.
