Black Savage was speechless. They knew nothing when asked—what use were they?
Just as he silently grumbled, a figure leisurely approached from not far away. His face was sallow and cracked, and his eyes were uneven in size. It was Peanut, the fringe leader.
Seeing him like this, Black Savage grew even more infuriated.
"Where have you been?"
"I went for a walk."
Lin Dong answered casually.
"Huh????"
Black Savage froze, his face full of question marks.
At a time like this... he had gone for a walk?
The elite zombies nearby were also speechless. They felt that if Peanut honestly apologized and admitted his mistake, he might still keep his life. But with an answer like that, he was probably doomed.
"Didn't I tell you to stand guard and stay alert for zombies outside? Why didn't you listen?" Black Savage demanded, as though delivering a final judgment.
Lin Dong remained unconcerned. "Where are the zombies? I'll guard when they show up."
"..." Black Savage clenched his sharp teeth. The veins on his forehead visibly throbbed; he was already on the verge of losing control.
The zombie before him was simply too stupid. Keeping him in the territory was practically a combat liability.
"Forget it. With your intelligence, you're not even worth a Crystal Core." Black Savage had lost his patience and began walking toward him step by step.
With every step, savage energy surged from his body. The pressure of a Zombie King grew ever more intense.
The elites around them became even more terrified.
"It's over... Brother Black Savage is going to make a move!"
"Doesn't that mean Brother Peanut is dead for sure?"
"It's his own fault. Couldn't he just apologize and admit his mistake? He couldn't even see that? When did he become this stupid?"
"..."