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Seeing the convoy's survivors looking somewhat flustered, unable even to speak properly, Lin An's expression remained unchanged as he casually asked:

"Mount Lao Zombie Hunting Group? A legion?"

"What do they do?"

These people seemed far more panicked than necessary.

Wang Tian, the convoy leader who was nervously urging everyone to hide, had just opened his mouth when he turned and bitterly explained to Lin An:

"They're under the Four Great Legions of the Mount Lao Safe Zone."

"They're responsible for clearing the Zombies outside the Safe Zone. They're considered the main force."

As if he had thought of something, he looked at Lin An with a pleading expression and spoke rapidly:

"Team Leader Chu, could you say later that we're with you?"

The middle-aged man was frantic. He swallowed dryly, his heart filled with despair.

He had never imagined that he could be so unlucky as to run into members of the Hunter Corpse Squad right behind them!

They definitely couldn't resist.

All he could hope for now was that Lin An's group was strong enough to put in a good word for them during the inspection.

At least, Lin An and the others looked like Second Orders. The other side might be willing to show them some respect.

Lin An neither agreed nor refused. Instead, Yun Tian asked in confusion from the side:

"They clear Zombies? Then why are you afraid of them?"

"From the way they act, they look more like bandits."

He had noticed the convoy catching up from behind. They were incredibly overbearing, ramming into Minivans full of ordinary people without hesitation, as if human lives meant nothing.

Judging by their behavior, they clearly did this often.

Wang Tian's bitter smile remained as he poked his head out and glanced at the Armored Car convoy