"Look, two more bald guys have shown up." As Xie Sisi spoke, indeed, two bald men appeared at the intersection, wearing the exact same clothes as the previous bald one, their expressions just as lifeless.
At this moment, the first bald man, shot to a bloody pulp by the tattooed man's shotgun, had reached the front of the tattooed man's car. The tattooed man hurriedly got into the car and closed the door, constantly begging for someone to save him. In the backseat, a blonde woman screamed incessantly.
"ROAR—"
Suddenly, the three bald men charged like mad, tearing at the car. The tattooed man's car must have been bulletproof, as its body was very sturdy, but the three bald men bit into it like iron-eating beasts, slowly peeling it apart.
Watching this scene, Wang Lan's expression turned grim. "These three bald guys are zombies... and they're controlled by someone."
"Should we intervene?" Xie Sisi asked again.
"Intervene!"
