On the fourth day in Los Angeles, everyone finally enjoyed a hot, delicious lunch. The bald man, toothpick in mouth, lay on the sofa, patting his full stomach, and asked Tang Zheng about the next task.
"Clear all the zombies from each suite to ensure there are multiple hideouts. I will get some rope from the backyard warehouse to make simple rope ladders and, through the window railings, connect the upper and lower floors." Tang Zheng was sitting next to a tea table, holding a marker pen, and drawing on a piece of white paper.
"Not bad, so we won't be cornered in a suite like last time." Cheng Chen's eyes lit up and she quickly praised the idea, "It seems we picked a good group leader."
The crowd nodded, even Zhao Jingye had to admit that Tang Zheng was really good at handling these thorny problems and he always came up with unexpected solutions and strategies.
