A-Dai finally lost patience and charged out. With a wave of his hand, he easily finished off the zombie, then hoisted the old man onto his shoulder and carried him back.
The old man was stunned. Was this little brat really that powerful?
"Sir, you've got to accept your age. Stay right here. Killing zombies is a job for us youngsters!"
A-Dai had never been one to take a slight lying down. You called me a little brat, so I made you admit you're old. Fair enough, right?
A-Dai grinned, basking in the satisfaction of having gotten his revenge. He leaped into the air and jumped off the base wall, showing off.
After landing, he flashed the old man another grin, then unleashed his full speed as a speed zombie and charged deep into the zombie horde without looking back.
The old man hurried forward a couple of steps in alarm. Only when he saw everyone from Dark Night charge out in unison did he belatedly realize-these people... were Dark Night?
That young woman was the Base Chief?
Hadn't people said everyone in Dark Night was a powerhouse who could take on a thousand enemies alone? Why was there a child among them? No, wait-this whole group looked young!
The old man suddenly remembered when he had first gone to war. Back then, he and the comrades beside him had... been children too, hadn't they?
Nearly a century had passed. He had witnessed his country emerge from suffering, seen skyscrapers rise and neon lights shine...
He had thought he could die without regrets. Who could have known that everything would mutate, and disaster would strike again?
Many people said the younger generation was a lost cause, that they lacked the ideals and convictions of their elders, that they had none