"It was an intelligent Zombie." Shi Kui wore a long coat, and beneath his sunglasses, his eyes were blood-red. Every gesture he made radiated an imposing pressure that left Dong Hao struggling to breathe.
"Big brother, are we going to die?"
His little sister ran to Dong Hao's side. She was also a Second-level Professional. Lowering her voice, she said, "Big brother, I'm just dead weight. You've been taking care of me for the past two years. Leave today."
"I'll hold this Zombie back for you!"
With that, she pulled several explosive Potions from her backpack and turned to charge at Shi Kui. But before she could even take her first step, Dong Hao grabbed her. A Level Three Professional was far superior to a Second-level Professional in every aspect. "Who said you were dead weight?"
"It's just an intelligent Zombie. I have a way. There's no need for you to step in!" Dong Hao's voice was cold as a flash of savagery and despair passed through his eyes.
The moment Shi Kui had appeared, Dong Hao had recognized him as a high-level Zombie. In the current zombie district, only Level Six and Level Seven Zombies could be called high-level Zombies.
As a Level Three Professional, he had to give everything he had just to fight a Level Four Zombie—and he still could not win. How could he possibly fight a Level Six or even Level Seven Zombie?
Dong Hao was filled with despair. Just then, Shi Kui suddenly moved. A wave of corpse energy spread out, enveloping Dong Hao and his little sister.
"This corpse energy will let you move freely through this city. It will last for half a month. Leave as soon as possible." Shi Kui's words were filled with complicated emotions. He turned and left, while