At three in the afternoon, Chen Luo left only thirty-odd people to guard the base. He did not leave too many behind; this was going to be a difficult operation, after all.
Five trucks accompanied them, while everyone else went on foot.
Over the past few days, Chen Luo had taken in more than two hundred new members, doubling their previous numbers.
His veteran members had begun advancing to level three one after another half a month ago. Their talent was only above average; they simply had the guts to fight and kill.
Level three was no longer anything special. More and more people were reaching it.
At the very least, one in twenty people had advanced to level three.
Given the number of survivors in Chen Luo's district, having three or four thousand at level three was hardly a stretch.
But Chen Luo had strict requirements and enforced firm discipline.
Most importantly, anyone who joined had to start as a New Member. Someone at level three could just about count as a powerhouse-where couldn't they get good treatment?
Sure, you're strong, but I don't want to be your lackey. Why not take a middle-ranking position somewhere else and have people fawn over me?
Everyone had their own ambitions. Many understood that they might never get ahead under Chen Luo, so even though plenty met his requirements, they would not join him.
Leading nearly four hundred people, Chen Luo marched toward the location Xiao Yu had provided.
Any zombies they encountered along the way fled on the spot at the sight of so many people.
Zombies feared large crowds too.
Chen Luo easily pushed forward seven or eight hundred meters, leaving them just five hundred meters from the cake shop.
But then the trouble began.
The zombies had not fled