"Why?" Yang Yong asked.
Cao Xianming did not answer directly. He only said, "Don't ask! Just run!"
The fear in his voice sent a chill through Yang Yong's heart.
He did not hesitate at all.
The most important thing Yang Yong had learned from surviving this long in the Apocalypse was...
When a sneaky bastard told you to run, run first and ask why later.
He quickly ran off into the distance.
Following the convoy's people, he ran straight from the Core Area into the Inner City.
Far, far away from that conference room that represented Mechanical City's highest authority.
And just then.
Only after following everyone to a distant, sufficiently safe spot did Cao Xianming stop and continue tapping the Data Model.
As he tapped, he explained, "Xiao Ying... that little terror is going to drive the Zombie King into the conference room."
"Inside the conference room, the City Lord... might have already turned into a monster."
"Once the Zombie King goes in, he'll definitely draw the City Lord out."
Yang Yong listened, utterly bewildered.
As Cao Xianming rattled on, Yang Yong's brain raced.
Why?
Predation?
No.
That's not right.
The Zombie King fed on flesh and blood, but the City Lord... would prey on the Zombie King?
What had the City Lord become?
Wait.
City Lord.
Self-imposed confinement.
Mutation.
Those words collided wildly in Yang Yong's mind.
He looked up into the distance.
Sure enough.
Using the Evil-Slaying Blade, Xiao Ying was cutting off the Zombie King's routes step by step, forcing him toward the conference room.
Each slash looked casual, but was terrifyingly precise.
Every swing cut off one of the Zombie King's escape routes with perfect timing.
It was like herding sheep.
Bit by bit, she drove the Zombie King, that fierce beast, toward the conference