There was a traitor among them.
Bing Lin wasn't making things up. He had already suspected it before coming.
He had evidence.
While Bing Lin was gathering Zombies, two survivors had passed by. They were talking, some distance away from him.
But Bing Lin was a Level Seven Zombie with excellent hearing. He heard them say:
"What the hell? They want us to fend off a massive Zombie attack? We're new here. Are they using us as cannon fodder?"
"Putting ourselves in danger just to get inside and gather intel really isn't worth it."
"Man, the boss sent me to infiltrate them as a spy, but I honestly wanted to join them for real. Still, Leader Chen won't lift a finger. He calls it training. Even if we survive this one, what if he makes us do it again next time?"
Bing Lin heard all of that.
Well, well. I haven't even attacked yet, and you already know an attack is coming?
Only a few Zombies in the Bing Lin Society knew what they were planning.
Chen Luo wasn't a god, either. Even the best plans had holes, and he hadn't expected a slipup like this.
He had also underestimated Bing Lin and gotten careless.
Bing Lin gave nothing away. A mole?
Despite the mole, he hadn't stopped the deal.
Even if it failed, he wouldn't lose anything.
Bing Lin didn't know who the mole was.
Bing Lin coldly studied every Zombie in the Bing Lin Society. There was a mole among them.
Who was it?
Big Strong was terrified. How did this get exposed?
I'm still no match for Bing Lin.
Big Strong looked blankly at Bing Lin.
"It wasn't me. I didn't say anything."
Under Bing Lin's scrutiny, a Zombie in green clothes trembled in fear.
Big Strong