Ding Zhixiong was carried in by two zombie employees.
The long period of starvation had severely depleted his strength, not to mention he had just gone through a life-and-death struggle. Being able to walk out leaning on the cart had exhausted his last bit of energy.
His body was covered in bloodstains.
At a glance, it looked as if he had been splashed with deep red paint.
Without needing Du Chao's reminder, Xu Lin immediately checked Ding Zhixiong from head to toe until he was satisfied there were no wounds.
"Heh heh, Director Xu."
"I, I have returned alive."
"You said earlier that there was another chance, can you tell me now?"
Xu Lin was about to send someone to take him to rest, but Ding Zhixiong stubbornly propped up his body from the ground and sat up with his eyes, bloodshot and woven with excitement.
Surprised by this, everyone else perked up their ears.
Opportunities are reserved for the prepared.
Not exclusively for one person.
