In the narrow underground passage, accompanied by Wang Zhifan's cold laugh, the atmosphere between both parties reached its peak of tension.
The sturdy middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, positioned in the middle of the five, frowned and said ruthlessly to him in front:
"If you're looking for zombies, find them yourself inside! Don't block our way! Otherwise, don't blame us for using numbers to bully the few!"
As he spoke, he deliberately shook the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand, indicating that if Wang Zhifan continued to cause trouble, violence would ensue.
"Mr. Qiu is right! Brother, since you're here, you must be from the same field. Let's keep to our own business and speak frankly. There's no need to make trouble for yourself!"
Dressed in black, the short man Mr. Zhang spoke up, meaning they didn't understand what Wang Zhifan and the young man in Western attire were saying, leaving them confused.
