At this moment, Phoenix City was like the dormant hum of cicadas on a summer afternoon—waiting for a single ray of scorching sun to erupt into a city-wide chorus.
"Boss, there's definitely something wrong with the city. Should we still proceed as planned?"
Lynx and The Crown Prince leaped down from a tree. "Boss, there's no one in sight anywhere in the camp. The nearby streets and residential areas are also clear of zombies. Could someone have cleared them out?"
Lex Cross shook his head. "No. When you clear out zombies, you don't clear out the bodies, too."
"What idiot do you think has the time or energy to clean up zombie corpses right now? Worried it'll spoil the city's appearance?" A man with the air of a scholar—pale, with a kind and handsome face—walked over, speaking to Lynx and The Crown Prince in an earnest, lecturing tone.
