Crack, crack~
That night, the convoy tried to avoid the corpses as much as possible while leaving the small station.
"I always felt Train Chief Zhang was a bit strange, but I never thought he was this strange? This is simply inhuman, comparable to the Sun Beast..."
"What Sun Beast? That cripple is obviously even more formidable than the Sun Beast!"
"Yeah! I was just closest to Brother Zhang, that small cart, damn! Over a ton heavy, he just flung it out!"
"Nearly a hundred people... not enough for Brother Zhang to kill alone..."
At this moment, on the several cars belonging to the apocalyptic bandits, many were discussing Zhang Feng.
Similarly, everyone from the small station accompanied them, not a single person stayed behind.
They all wanted to follow this obviously unusual 'superhuman!'
"They have so many supplies..." A few women in some small pickups were counting the bandits' supplies.
