The moonlight is bright,
Shadows cast across the shallow water.
Li Yu sat at the top of the tallest building in the Oil City stronghold, watching the flames flaring beyond the walls, and lit a cigarette in the gentle evening breeze.
Looking down from the rooftop to the main gate, he could see four heads hanging there, one of which had been crushed by Li Yu during the day, so badly mangled it couldn't be hung up again.
No guilt, nor any compassion.
Since a long time ago, whether it was killing people or Zombies, it didn't feel like a big deal, seemingly as ordinary as eating or drinking water.
Beside him, Third Uncle, Jackals, Ant, Li Tie, Dapao, and others were sitting and resting.
Whenever Li Yu had free time, he would take Li Tie and the others to learn combat skills from Third Uncle and Ant.
After all, they were all battle-hardened veterans, with none lacking in their Kung Fu skills.
A small martial arts session had just entered its intermission.
