Qiu Yiming's men were clearing out the zombies that had rushed out of the warehouse. He stood atop the cargo truck with his hands behind his back, looking down on the three mercenary teams that had also come here to look for supplies. Seeing their apprehensive expressions, he felt disdain.
When no one answered, his voice took on a dangerous tone, "I just asked you all a question, did none of you hear me?"
His words immediately tensioned the atmosphere.
The three leaders exchanged glances. They all knew they couldn't afford to offend Qiu Yiming, so they acted extra subservient, volunteering their reasons for being there.
Qiu Yiming looked at these three groups with a smile on his face, "We're all survivors. Since you're also here for supplies, let's go in together."
After he spoke, someone knowingly made way, releasing the zombies.
