"Zhao Huilong!?" Recognizing the figure that approached, Wang Zhongyu blurted out.
But before he could react further, Zhao Huilong, who had trouble with his legs, waved his hands urgently and shouted, "Quick! Xiao Wang! Quick! You must... hurry..."
"Hurry about what?" In a few steps, Wang Zhongyu reached Zhao Huilong's front, placing a hand on the other's shoulder: "Calm down! Speak slowly, is there something wrong upstairs?"
Taking two deep breaths, Zhao Huilong's eyes flashed with horror: "They... they, Old Zhao and the others are trapped by zombies upstairs!"
"What!" Wang Zhongyu's mouth opened in astonishment, and he immediately pursued, "What floor? Which floor are they trapped on?"
"Third floor! Near the forefront office! I just chased up intending to help, but as soon as I reached the staircase, I heard chaos inside, so I hurried down to find you for support!"
