As soon as he appeared in the car, Xu Siming knew what Ji Wanwan meant.
With a flash of fire in the clubhouse, his body moved faster than his brain, igniting, starting, and stepping on the gas pedal all in one smooth action.
Propelled by the shockwave, the car left in a cloud of dust, leaving behind only the stylish afterimage of its tail for the horde of zombies besieging the clubhouse.
Meanwhile, Ji Wanwan was using supplies from the Space System to treat herself while watching the rearview mirror.
Through the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of the fitness clubhouse.
Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Noticing her changed expression, Xu Siming also looked into the rearview mirror.
The view behind was filled with dust, and he couldn't see anything.
"Junior sister, is there something wrong?"
Recalling what she had just seen, her face grew somber, "That monkey zombie isn't dead."
A shock went through Xu Siming's heart.
