Just as everyone was beginning to harbor doubts, a few pairs of eyes in the crowd following Peng Yue suddenly lit up.
"Tsk."
"It really is."
"This Chen guy is indeed malicious at heart, nothing good about him."
Zhang Ye looked at the situation unfolding before him and clicked his tongue in wonder, while the three women by his side also wore somewhat unusual expressions.
A row of names suddenly appeared on the container in front of them.
[Zombie Li Ergou, would you like to add to the employee list?]
[Zombie King Sanpang, would you like to add to the employee list?]
[Zombie Zhao Xiaochun, would you like to add to the employee list?]
...
The iron boxes, only a bit taller than a person, unexpectedly contained more than a dozen zombies each, with dozens more like it in this huge warehouse.
Even closer to the trio, to their right front, was an object over two meters tall and covered with a black tarpaulin.
At first glance, it resembled the lathes commonly seen in factories.
