"Okay..." The few people nodded dumbly.
"Or..." One of them pointed diagonally opposite, "There's a restaurant over there, why don't we go there first and see if there's food?"
"Let's go." Zhang Feng nodded, went back to call Ah Sheng, and then headed in that direction.
When they arrived at the small restaurant, the long-haired man closed the door, blocking the damp cold wind outside.
After Zhang Feng decapitated a zombie from the kitchen, he looked at the people who followed,
"Thanks for the heads-up earlier."
"No need, no need..." The long-haired man waved his hands hurriedly, "Really, bro, if I knew you had this skill, I wouldn't have called out.
Just wanted to avoid causing trouble for you."
"You've already said, 'If I had known.'." Zhang Feng sat on a dusty bench, raising a puff of dust, "Then I can say 'luckily,' luckily I have this skill.
Otherwise, if it were someone else, and you didn't warn, they might have crashed into a zombie's embrace."
