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You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

“Mr. Zhang, it is said that you often make zombies work overtime without pay, is that true?” Zhang Ye, enraged, snatched the microphone that was pushed to his mouth and said righteously: “Who said that?” “I'll sue them for defamation!” “Someone's defaming me, you know!” As he spoke, he turned and grabbed a zombie, “Did I force you?” The zombie, silent, just went “Ugh ahhhh—” Zhang Ye immediately said, “See! He said no!” The next morning, the headlines of the Sanjiang Apocalypse Morning Post read: Zhang's Group Chairman, Zhang Ye, not only admitted to making zombies work overtime, but he also abused a zombie in front of reporters, truly a man without conscience! Our newspaper expresses strong disdain for such a person! This book is also called “Who Let You Bring Zombies into the Factory”

Warm house · Ficção Científica
Classificações insuficientes
283 Chs

Chapter 247 The Boy

Strangely, the child, who appeared to be in his early teens, didn't show much fear of Zhang Ye, or perhaps his desire for something had suppressed the fear.

He leaned against the wall, looking up at Zhang Ye with a gaze filled with yearning for something.

He had witnessed the scene just now.

But he didn't make a sound.

Gao Feng lowered her head and walked over to the corner where a body lay, frowning immediately upon seeing the skin that had begun to turn black.

"More than two days,"

she whispered quietly.

Zhang Ye nodded and then turned his gaze back to the child in front of him, suddenly feeling an inexplicable oppression that made it difficult for him to breathe.

A Hunter had already tactfully brought over some food.

"Hungry?"

he asked, bending over to look at the boy.

The boy nodded, his eyes already fixated on the food in front of him.

His clothes seemed too large for him, making the shirt look like a cloak draped over his thin, angular body that swayed inside it.