"War?" Zhang Yiming's lips curled slightly, and he gently shook his head, "This isn't considered war."
War involves both sides being equally matched, or having a large number of participants.
The handful of people coming tomorrow is not enough to be called a war.
He was here, using brainwaves to slowly steal the memories of nearby zombies, easily keeping track of Captain Zhu's movements.
The number of people in the car was around a hundred, not enough to be his opponent.
So, he didn't even call the Suit Man Zombie, just had Xiao Song Zombie rush over from Zombie Village.
He's enough on his own; he waits here alone, waiting for them to come.
He didn't plan on going on a killing spree because she was here; he couldn't kill too many humans.
Otherwise, none of them would be able to leave.
Old Tao was taken aback for a moment, his murky eyes dimmed slightly.
As expected, he was too old, couldn't keep up with the times, and his judgment wasn't sharp anymore?
