"Elite team, serving the elite!!" the crowd roared.
"What are we waiting for?!"
"Service!! Service!!"
The sales team then scrambled over one another, pushing and shoving as they lunged towards the four individuals.
Half of them were even pushed to the ground by their colleagues, rolling and being trampled, yet they still struggled to their feet with excitement to continue their charge.
To call them a sales team would be an understatement, they were more like a horde of zombies.
Seeing this scene, the refugee onlookers inside the mansion area couldn't help but shout.
"Run, they're coming to eat you!"
"Quick, get into the neighborhood, you'll be safe there!"
"These monsters can only move around outside!"
"Little girl, hurry over, don't get eaten!"
In the face of such well-intentioned warnings, the four individuals naturally remained unmoved.
Those refugees were indeed devious.
Fortunately, they weren't exactly saints or believers themselves.
