In a bright room, two people sat quietly. Unlike the hangers-on in the bustling market, these two had calm gazes and a vast and enduring presence.
The room was tidy and clean, attended to daily by a dedicated person, a treatment even ordinary professionals would not enjoy.
"I didn't expect the zombie tide to be broken through so quickly, it surprised everyone!"
At this moment in the room, around a table with tea leaves, sat a young man and a middle-aged man with a somber face—none other than Hong Jiuling's close associates, Li Chiyu and Mr. Fang.
"Yes, I thought it would last for a while," Mr. Fang glanced around and spoke lightly, "To support Li Chuan, I recently rushed a batch of Corpse Demons, but it seems they're no longer needed."
"However, now there's a lot of talk in the city, with all sorts of versions, everything is shrouded in mystery. We don't know if Xu Hongzhuang took the first prize or if Li Chuan emerged victorious," Li Chiyu said softly.
