The corridor was soon filled with hurried and chaotic footsteps.
Faint human voices were also audible.
"Damn, finally made it in!"
"Everyone okay?"
"Heh, don't worry boss!"
"With shields in hand, those zombies couldn't even scratch us!"
The voices grew closer, and soon a rotund figure who nearly burst out of his shirt—looking like a tin can—strolled out from the corridor.
He was the big shot of Sanjiang Technical College.
Fat Cat.
"Yo, everyone's asleep?"
"Living the good life, huh? Even got cigarettes to smoke."
As he entered, he saw Wang Hu and the others cramped into the room on the right; he glanced at the cigarette butts on the floor, and a broad smile bloomed under his helmet.
Damn, finally got these guys cornered.
"None of you are leaving today."
Fat Cat's tone turned cold.
A dozen more figures immediately rushed out from behind him in the corridor.
