Looking out, there were at least a dozen or so terrifying zombies with distorted faces gathered at the intersection, each one growling and roaring excitedly, the lure of food had undoubtedly pushed their primal desires to the limit.
What to do? Tang Xiaoquan fell into deep thought, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Without a doubt, defending in such a small space was barely manageable, but trying to move forward through attack was clearly not going to be easy.
"Damn it!" Just as Tang Xiaoquan was grappling with this dilemma, Du Jian in the front row suddenly shouted, a plum blossom club materialized in his left hand: "Xiao Wang, give me your fruit knife!"
"Huh?"
Before Wang Qiang could react, his fruit knife was already snatched by the man, his wrist dropped down, and when he looked again, the Iron Axe was in his palm.
"Brother Du, you~"
Intending to ask what the man wanted to do, but before he could finish, the man had already charged out.
