A few people blocked the window over here, and the people on the other side obviously saw them too.
There were too many zombies, and some were already breaking down the door. They couldn't hold them back, so someone waved for help.
"Hey!!"
"You over there, lend a hand!!"
Everyone knew that the other side might not be good people, but when they were about to be overwhelmed by zombies, did that matter?
Zhao Yingjun was quite excited: "Boss, they're asking us for help."
Chuzheng put down the binoculars, looked at him with indifferent eyes: "What did you say?"
"They asked us for... I didn't hear anything," Zhao Yingjun changed his tune: "I didn't hear anything."
Chuzheng was satisfied and looked away.
The boss didn't want to get involved, and the others dared not make a sound.
They acted as if they didn't hear anything, continuing to watch. The people on the other side got anxious, transitioning from pleading for help to hurling abuse.
