The next day, the sky had already brightened, and a series of footsteps echoed through the quiet player tunnel.
Dai Sha was sleeping soundly, but the urgent knocking that followed quickly dragged him from his dreams.
"Goddammit, who the hell is it! Trying to get killed so early in the morning!" Annoyed beyond belief, he threw off the blanket, glanced at the clock hanging on the wall with a raised brow to see the time was barely 9 o'clock, which only served to fuel his wrath even further:
"Damn it! It's only fucking 9 o'clock! Let's see what bullshit is so urgent!"
Slipping into his slippers, Dai Sha lunged to the door, yanked it open, and without bothering to see who it was, yelled, "You better have a damn good reason, or prepare to be thrown out to feed the zombies!"
"Boss, it's me, Biaozi!"
Sang Biao had clearly overestimated his influence, thinking mentioning his name would save him.
