"Boss!"
"We can't hold them back!"
"Should we retreat now, or else in a bit I'm afraid —"
Chen Xiaoyong's subordinate, responsible for driving, was already panicking. He watched the zombies continuously crawling out of the breach, his eyelids twitching, and his palms starting to sweat around the steering wheel.
Even so, he still did not voice the outcome his boss definitely did not want to hear.
Those in charge often hate it when others make decisions for them.
Chen Xiaoyong's gaze flickered, as he cursed through gritted teeth at the sight of the massive zombie, a behemoth that had cost them several lives to capture, only for it to now be used against himself?
Any person in his position would hardly accept such an outcome.
But what good does being discontent do?
Keep those below holding on?
The men in his field of vision, who just moments ago were arrogantly anticipating a good show, were now scattering and running away like frightened animals.
