Inside the leading vehicle.
A slender, refined man sat in the passenger seat, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses as he said, "There are three people upstairs."
"Strangers?" the burly man in the driver's seat asked, taking a drag from his cigarette and glancing at the two zombie corpses with covered faces on the first floor of the clothing store.
"Probably, two of them are sleeping."
"Putting zombies to rest, huh, we'll head to the supermarket first. Those students snatched quite a bit yesterday."
"Hmm."
The three cars paused briefly downstairs before exiting Jianxiong's line of sight.
The feeling of being watched also disappeared.
Zhao Xiwen sat up, dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep the previous night: "They have a Spiritual Ability User."
"That spying sensation was really unpleasant," Jianxiong also felt it.
Lu Chen got up, packed up his sleeping bag, and said coldly, "They'll come back."