"Young Master?" The mustachioed butler froze.
"You have to give me two cream puffs when we get back!"
Xie Ning rolled her eyes. She kicked at the men in black vests and said, "Move."
Zheng Heng's group had already broken their arms, leaving them powerless to resist. They could only lower their heads, hiding the hatred in their eyes.
Xie Ning rummaged through her backpack, pulled out several colorful, patterned masks, and handed them to the group.
The men put them on with a mix of disgust and resignation, then glanced at each other.
Li Dawei's mask had a flamboyant blooming rose right over the mouth.
Cres's laughter was muffled by his mask.
Li Dawei and Zha Peng tied the burly men in black vests together and dragged them forward like dead dogs. "Where's your base?"
"Is it in that shopping plaza up ahead?"
Up by the traffic light intersection was the Hengyue Shopping Plaza, famous before the apocalypse.
"Where do you get the raw materials for that spray of yours? Talk."
