Big Strong trembled uncontrollably, every strand of his hair standing on end.
That was Black Thunder's electricity at work. Black Thunder was not entirely helpless.
Yet Big Strong never even grunted. His eyes cold and merciless, he straddled Black Thunder and punched him again and again.
Every punch drew blood.
The two Zombies fought to the death.
Big Strong could easily have had Dog Killer secretly finish Black Thunder off, but he insisted on doing it himself.
I have to rely on myself. I can't always depend on Boss, or how will I earn their respect?
Black Thunder, you've bullied me and picked on me ever since you arrived. Today, I'm going to destroy you.
Big Strong's bloodthirsty appearance terrified the other four Zombies. They had never imagined that the usually meek and submissive Big Strong could be so ruthless, or that he could pin Black Thunder down and beat him.
Black Thunder spat out a mouthful of blood and said weakly, "Stop hitting me. I'll accept you as my boss."
Big Strong sneered. You're the chicken I'm killing to scare the other Zombies.
"Die."
Big Strong raised his fist to deliver the final blow.
It was not just his balls that were made of iron. His fists were no slouches either.
Black Thunder croaked.
Still not satisfied, Big Strong carved out Black Thunder's kidneys, making the other Zombies tremble.
How vicious.
Big Strong stood up, breathing heavily, and swept a cold gaze over the other four Zombies. Then, suddenly, he gave a wicked grin.
"Black Thunder, that would-be usurper, is dead. From now on..."
One Zombie said, "From now on, you're our boss, Big Strong. We'll call ourselves the Big Strong Society."
Big Strong shook his head. "No. We're all brothers here. There are no bosses or underlings. If