Restlessness

Lin Dong set down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest. Yet he was still pondering... Which group would be the first to come and offer themselves up?

Nothing much happened that morning. Other than the matter continuing to ferment online, everything proceeded as usual.

It was not until noon.

At the edge of the territory, a disturbance gradually began to stir. A group of zombies was gathering there, led by a tall Zombie King clearly enhanced for strength, built about the same as Tank.

This Zombie King's faction was not large, and he had never had a fixed territory before. He had always been fighting guerrilla-style from place to place.

"Heh heh, as long as I don't die, my day will come. Now that the time is right, it's time to carve out a territory!"

The Zombie King grinned viciously and strode forward.

The underlings behind him were equally excited.

A moment later, he stepped onto the edge of Lin Dong's territory. But a slender figure stood in the street ahead, head slightly tilted, fierce eyes sizing him up.

It was Little Eight, stationed here.

"Where did this big idiot come from? Just looking at him annoys me..."

The Power-Type Zombie King stopped, but did not attack immediately. He looked at Little Eight. He had heard of her fearsome reputation long ago.

"Sister Eight, how about we cooperate? I'll help you kill the other Zombie Kings and establish a new Corpse Nest."

"Huh? Who do you want to kill?"

Little Eight found it baffling.

The Zombie King continued.

"Of course, Tank, Black Shadow, and the others..."

"Oh... that's not a bad idea."

Little Eight nodded. Killing Tank did sound pretty good. She had long wanted to crack open his skull and see what