Chapter 1191: Recruitment
Han Dong had carefully chosen the place to sleep.
A hidden alley between the residential district and the Oil Refinery, it was practically the perfect place to commit a crime.
Furthermore, the Ministry of Punishment had recently tightened its supervision over "zombies," making it difficult to make a move on the streets.
This made Han Dong like a slab of fat delivered right to their mouths... and the ones eyeing that fat were hungry wolves who had not eaten meat in a long time.
Two groups had been drawn here.
Most of them were workers from the Oil Refinery who secretly gathered to take on side jobs, doing their best to ease the burden of life.
The overwhelming majority were ordinary zombies like Han Dong, hopping around with their "arms held straight out."
However, the leaders of both groups were abnormal zombies with certain special traits.
One of them dragged an iron rod covered in fungal spots. Corrosive fungal patches covered his entire body.
Moreover, despite being a zombie, he had retained the ability to breathe.
But rather than supplying his lungs to maintain his bodily functions, his breathing deliberately absorbed toxins from the air and converted them into a deadly plague.
The other leader was covered in huge pustules that glowed faintly red, seemingly possessing explosive properties.
He directly tore off a lump of pustules from his chest and casually tossed it up and down in his hand.
"Zhang Xiliang, this newcomer is one of my men. My people watched him walk out of the cemetery... You do understand the rule of first come, first served, don't you?"
Zhang Xiliang, holding the iron rod, drew a deep breath before slowly exhaling through his mouth. Corrosive pits of varying sizes appeared across the surrounding walls.
"What a