The battle is imminent

At the back of the conference room sat a middle-aged man named Nathan Carter, the person in charge here.

Watching his team of Awakeners act so spinelessly, he couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. After all, only by hunting down powerful zombie kings could they evolve and grow stronger.

But instead, they were slacking off, choosing missions with the lowest difficulty.

Still, maybe it wasn't all bad.

If this operation went smoothly, it could boost morale, enhance the company's reputation, and earn the trust of the survivors.

...

Meanwhile, Ethan was still lounging at home, sipping a crimson liquid from a wine glass. His posture was elegant, his life leisurely.

Outside the building, a red-eyed crow circled a few times in the air before landing on a streetlamp.

"Huh? A little black bird?"

In a nearby alley, Bulldozer peeked out, his massive head half-visible as he observed the scene.

He was fiercely territorial.