She straightened her cream-colored suit and trousers, then cleared her throat:
"We should open it quickly. If they really start shooting, our abilities won't do us any good."
Wu Bin peered outside through the gap between the sheets of paper.
There were thirty or forty people in the group.
Leading them was a man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
Although he wore gray-black work clothes, there was a steady, upright air between his brows.
Behind him were seven or eight men carrying weapons and wearing the same gray-black work clothes. Every one of them radiated a fierce, formidable aura.
The others were old and young, men and women alike. They were probably just ordinary civilians.
Behind these people lay corpses of zombies scattered across the ground.
Every one of them had been killed by this group.
Wu Bin thought for a moment, then looked at the people around him. "Open it!"
"Even if we don't, they can still get in. That would probably put us at an even greater disadvantage.
"But everyone needs to be prepared. The other side has guns, and there are quite a few of them."
Although the men and women behind him clearly looked like a disorganized mob, their leader was backed by an extremely formidable team.
In the end, the door was opened from the inside.
The people on either side of the door came face-to-face.
Wu Bin's expression turned slightly grave. He stepped forward and looked at the leading man. "Who are you?"
"We told you to open the door. Why didn't you?"
Before the man could speak, one of the exceptionally burly men beside him angrily interrupted.
Wu Bin's eyes deepened slightly as he smiled. "Brother, in times like these, who would dare open the door carelessly?"
"Besides, there are so many zombies