We're Going To Build A Wall, Folks

"A 50% success rate?"

Guo Sen's eyes betrayed a glint of joy.

To him, those numbers were astronomically high.

Those who did not survive could only blame their bad luck.

"So, you're saying, that as long as we help you exterminate those people in N-City, you'll provide me with a large amount of this magic, right?" Guo Sen asked while licking the blood on his mouth.

"Fifty vials, upfront.

"After it's done, you'll get another fifty, and I'll throw in three-thousand humans for you to feast on.

"Not bad, right?" Butler asked with a smile.

"Good!"

Guo Sen's eyes lit up.

Even if his underlings were particularly unlucky, a hundred vials could still produce a force strong enough to kill a few red-eyed zombies and a few dozen golden-eyed zombies.

With such combat power, he could go anywhere he wanted.

H-City would just be the start of it all. He could expand his power beyond the borders!