At that moment, Scar was irritably lying back on his chair, legs propped up on the table, the tea in his hand splashing everywhere as he shook it.
He was waiting for someone, waiting for Sang Biao to bring over that bastard who had interrupted his "good time," but the way things developed was truly beyond his expectations.
"Thud, thud, thud," hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Sang Biao's anxious yelling resonated immediately within the corridor.
"Boss, boss! It's not good! The zombies are coming!"
Raising an eyebrow, a few black lines appeared on Scar's sullen forehead: "Damn, what kind of drugs did everyone take today! All making such a racket for me!"
As he cursed inwardly, the door was forcefully pushed open from the outside, the immense force causing the door panel to slam into the wall with a "bang."
"Boss! Boss! Something's happened! Something big!"
"Damn it!" He flung the teacup from his hand, and before Sang Biao could react, he heard a "snap" behind him.
