Encountering the Zombie King

Mobei.

West City Base.

This place was close to Mobei. Beyond West City Base stretched endless yellow sand and hills.

It had originally been a remote border town, with a dwindling population before the apocalypse.

After the apocalypse, however, because its population was small and its density low, the zombies were quickly cleared out during the initial outbreak, and things subsequently stabilized.

Later, as the apocalypse continued, more and more survivors came here, and the population actually became somewhat more prosperous than before the apocalypse.

A tall, handsome man walked down the street. His sharply defined cheeks and chiseled features looked as though they were the work of a god's careful carving.

The elegance of the Great Xia people and the flamboyance of foreigners blended perfectly on his strikingly mixed-race face.

He walked through the apocalyptic streets in a bespoke suit, like a young master from a prosperous city who had suddenly crossed over into the apocalypse.

Countless gazes examined him, some dazzled and others wary.

But the immense energy radiating from him intimidated them, and no one dared approach.

No one noticed that beside a stall selling baked flatbreads,

four figures were squatting in a neat row, staring at the man.

Each of the four held a baked flatbread, gnawing on it while discussing matters.

The baked-flatbread shopkeeper was a low-level fire-element ability user.

His ability level was not high, but his control over flames was masterful. The flatbreads he baked were crisp outside and tender inside. The mutton filling had a slight gamey smell that had not been handled properly, but mutated-beast meat naturally had a strong fishy, gamey odor. Being able to process it this well was already quite impressive.

If his baked flatbreads had not been so expensive, there would probably have been a line stretching