The middle-aged man watched Wen Yu sprint over. Zombies charging Wen Yu along the path were sliced apart by the steel saber in his hands.
The middle-aged man heaved a long sigh of relief. "Finally, a useful person has been saved."
Of course, Wen Yu wouldn't reveal his full strength. When unsure about an opponent's identity and capabilities, it was always wise to hold something back.
Seeing Wen Yu climb directly into the large truck and sit in the passenger seat, the middle-aged man turned and shouted, "Brothers, get your tools!"
The professionists below quickly retreated. Then, they pulled out a pile of giant nets from the truck's rear compartment. Sharp hooks adorned each net.
A few strong-looking men picked up the nets, unfolded them, and attached the ends to the large truck.
The truck then started slowly, gradually reversing.
As zombies staggered from behind and stepped onto the nets, the middle-aged man slammed down the accelerator once the nets were full.
