A black, cool motorcycle was driving on the road.
On the cool motorcycle sat a young man dressed in white casual wear.
Clang clang~
The trunk of the motorcycle made a clanging noise.
Upon closer inspection, the trunk was broken, the lock deformed, as if it had been forcefully pulled open by someone.
This was the handiwork of Leng Yebai, to get milk powder for Bai Yifan.
Zhang Yiming's expression was cold, the handle of the motorcycle twisted to the limit, the motorcycle speeding down the road like an arrow from the string.
Zombies wandering aimlessly on the road scampered to the side in panic as the motorcycle approached, huddling in fear, and only resumed their aimless wandering after the motorcycle passed by.
The black, cool motorcycle stopped beside the deserted computer store.
The crowded computer store of the past was now empty, with only the occasional wandering zombie drawn in by the noise.
