You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

The truth was so astonishing, yet everything before him forced him to believe it.

So this was Zhang Ye's secret?

Zheng Youcai once again looked around in panic and saw more and more figures emerging from the darkness, most of whom were wielding weapons.

Wooden clubs, metal pipes, and even some simply holding bricks.

They weren't ordinary zombies.

They didn't just bite with their mouths but also grabbed with their hands, smashed with wooden clubs, stabbed with metal pipes, or brandished bricks with fierce momentum before smashing them onto the faces of their enemies.

Compared to the horde outside, these zombies were clearly more disciplined and organized.

Fearless of pain and unafraid of death.

With just a single thought, they would charge at the enemy one after another.

"Haha, good beating!"

"It's that skinny monkey, daring to look at my female employee with a body like a pole?"

"Beat him, break his fifth leg!"

Zhang Ye was watching the battle below with great interest, occasionally giving direct instructions.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The moment he spoke, the zombies below acted as if they were injected with chicken blood.

"Boss!"

"Save me!"

"I think my leg is broken!"

Zhao Xiaolong lay on the ground, screaming in pain, unable to fight back against the raining batons, maintaining the position of shielding his head with both hands.

His legs curled up on his chest had already been broken by the blows.

Throbbing pain also came from his arms.

Hearing his cries for help, Chen Bingjiang quickly split open the head in front of him with a knife, pushed the body away, and tried to help.

But before he could step forward, Zhao Xiaolong was already stretched out by several zombies, with a baton raised high, smashing viciously onto his privates.

Hiss—

Observers collectively inhaled sharply at this sight.

It was too ruthless!

Zhao Xiaolong, having suffered the fatal blow, quickly ended up just convulsing on the ground, evidently on the brink of death.

A bloodied subordinate took this opportunity to rush up to Chen Bingjiang.

"Boss, we should retreat quickly!"

"We just can't beat them!"

As he spoke, another person was tackled to the ground in front of him.

Two zombies, as if fueled by an aphrodisiac, rode on this person while ferociously beating him with bricks, and his screams lasted less than three seconds before only muffled groans remained.

The same scene was occurring almost constantly, with figures crying and begging for mercy everywhere.

Some even dropped their weapons and tried to run.

But all were chased back by the zombies.

Is this how we lose?

No!

He couldn't lose!

Moreover, Chen Bingjiang was very clear about what defeat would mean!

He looked up at Zhang Ye on the vehicle again, and although the distance between them definitely didn't exceed ten meters, this short distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.

Zhang Ye was watching him with a grin, and slowly uttered a few words:

"It's that fatso."

"Flatten him for me!"

"Beat him till he's smoking!"

Before he had even finished speaking, several bodyguards, with shields in hand, charged forward like tanks.

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Chen Bingjiang tried to dodge, but suddenly felt a huge pain from behind.

Two burly worker zombies had already violently hammered their shovels onto his back!

The powerful blow made him stagger and fall to his knees on the ground.

As he tried to get up, another shield came crashing down from above.

Thud!

The muffled impact sounded!

Chen Bingjiang's arms weakened, and he fell flat to the ground.

The slimy blood on the ground instantly smeared his face, blurring his vision.

The encircling zombies didn't plan to give this fat man any chance to catch his breath; a variety of weapons were all pounded on him viciously.

His position, just like Zhao Xiaolong's before, forced him to desperately protect his head, fearing these brutally cunning zombies would split it open with their shovels.

On the other side, Zheng Youcai's situation was equally dire.

There were hardly any of his subordinates left who could still stand around him.

Just when he thought he would meet the same fate as Chen Bingjiang, a calm command came from above:

"Stop."

The sounds of battle vanished in an instant.

On the asphalt road, only the intermittent wails of men remained.

No one else stood except for him.

The ground was littered with the injured.

Zheng Youcai stared blankly at everything before him.

His scattered men lying on the ground were all crying out in pain.

The sixty or seventy men who had come with the two were now either dead or wounded, having completely lost the ability to resist.

All this made it clear that his plan had utterly failed.

There was no chance of turning the tables.

The number of zombies around had already reached the hundreds.

Sets of blood-red eyes stared fixedly at the only living man standing in the field, as guttural growls rolled in their throats like wild beasts.

With just one order from Zhang Ye,

These statuesque zombies would surge forward once again, tearing all the enemies into shreds.

Thinking of the impending end, Zheng Youcai couldn't help but feel dazed.

But then he seemed to hear something.

"Boss Zheng, have you decided?"

"What?"

He subconsciously looked at the man in the car.

Zhang Ye, seeing his bewildered expression, couldn't help but chuckle:

"It seems Boss Zheng is a bit nervous, your mind isn't working too well."

"What I just said."

"Forgot?"

Zheng Youcai still hadn't come to his senses.

He looked at Chen Bingjiang, who had fainted like a dead dog, and suddenly something occurred to him, and his face instantly became urgent.

"Zhang... Director."

"You, you mean that what you said just now still stands?"

Zheng Youcai chose his words carefully, his stiff face squeezing out a hint of flattery as he asked cautiously.

Zhang Ye nodded, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

"Boss Zheng has finally remembered."

"I've always been a man of principle."

"Once I say something, I never go back on my word."

He spoke and then glanced again at the injured on the ground, finally resting his eyes on the bloodied Chen Bingjiang, a hint of regret in his gaze.

"Didn't I already say it?"

"As long as you agree to my terms, I'll let you go."

"But what about you?"

"Sigh."

I wanted to reflect the brilliance of the moon, but alas, the moon shines on the ditch.

Zhang Ye sighed inwardly, but the Zheng Youcai below him seemed to have grasped a lifesaving straw.

He hurriedly nodded and bowed, putting on an ingratiating face as he said:

"Chen Bingjiang was too impulsive, I apologize on his behalf!"

"Your graciousness in overlooking the offence, well..."

"Whatever conditions you have, just say them!"

"As long as it's within our power, we will get everything done perfectly for you!"

After speaking, he looked up at Zhang Ye above, his face oozing eagerness like a dog waiting to be fed by its master.

Zhang Ye was very pleased with his performance.

Worth of a boss indeed.

Capable of bending or standing tall.

He nodded, his gaze shifted towards the construction site not far behind everyone and said:

"Didn't I just get two generators from you a few days ago?"

"The issue with electricity has been temporarily resolved."

"But now we're short on water."

"So—"

Zhang Ye's eyes suddenly sharpened, staring intently at Zheng Youcai below:

"How about you dig two wells for us?"

"Dig wells?"

"With what?"

Zheng Youcai was immediately taken aback, for he hadn't seen anything like a drilling machine on the construction site.