The sky was gradually darkening.
Outside the villa gates, the number of zombies and ghouls was overwhelming.
Zhou Feng's men were panting and exhausted, except for the squad that was still valiantly stabbing away.
The others had collapsed on the ground.
They were both hungry and tired, almost at their limit.
Zhou Peng was already considering bringing in the women.
However, at that moment, a group of people appeared in the distance, running towards them with makeshift spears in hand.
"What are you doing?"
Zhou Peng was startled, and the exhausted minions struggled to get back on their feet.
Their hearts filled with a chill.
Now they were hungry and tired, almost out of strength.
This group chose this moment to make trouble for them; if a fight broke out, their chances looked slim.
"Don't misunderstand, we're here to help, not to fight with you."
The youthful leader at the front wore a friendly smile:
