After delivering the weapons to the shelter, Cheng Luoyi and the others did not linger. They turned and headed back toward the aircraft.
"What are you going to do now?" Chen Muyan asked.
"Deliver a knife to a certain Zombie King."
Cheng Luoyi explained.
Chen Muyan understood. The service was quite thoughtful, but such precious weapons truly needed to be personally escorted for peace of mind.
Cheng Luoyi gave him a reminder.
"Guard the place well. Be careful of the Black Scorpion Organization."
Then their group boarded the aircraft once more.
Chen Ming let out a long sigh.
"Sigh~~~ Why does this feel like delivering packages before the apocalypse?"
Meanwhile, Lin Dong's underlings had already set out. They arrived at the vast snowy borderlands and split up to search for the Zombie King.
Flared Ears and the other "Four Great Overlords" naturally formed a group.
The four zombies trekked across the boundless snowfield. Flared Ears maintained his usual "dragging-the-ground" posture, leaving a deep trench across the pristine snow behind him.
Shrimp Chaser and the other zombies looked around as they muttered to themselves.
"Big Buckteeth, Longbeard, where the hell are you? Hurry up and show yourselves..."
Unfortunately, the snowfield was far too vast. Looking for one zombie here was like searching for a needle in the ocean.
Locomotive spoke up to ask.
"Brother Ears, do you hear anything?"
"No. Other than us zombies, there isn't the slightest sound."
Flared Ears straightened up, brushed the snow from his large ears, and swept his gaze across the surroundings.
The terrain nearby was uneven, with rolling mountain ranges blanketed in thick snow. From some mountaintops came the occasional low zombie growl.
Those were Iron Bull's underlings. To prevent foreign zombies from invading and causing trouble, they had all taken up positions on