A few hours before Kang Rong's villa was attacked, west side of North Camp.
Inside the two-story building where Bai Zemin's group temporarily resided, six people looked at the twelve ice statues with different emotions.
"I wonder if this guy would have spoken if he knew that, at the end of the day, he would end up becoming an ice cube anyway." Nangong Yi looked at the slender punk's terrified face and analyzed indifferently.
"Regardless of that, this kind of trash is better off in the nether world than in this world." Nangong Lingxin mocked mercilessly. "This punk didn't have the courage to go out and kill zombies but he has the courage to bully those weaker ones and make the already difficult life of the survivors even more miserable. Each person harvests what they sowed, and this guy has only just gathered what he himself planted."