The zombie in a suit quietly glanced at its boss again.
Good, it felt the pressure on it growing stronger.
It couldn't feel any pain, yet it always seemed to shudder unconsciously, a sense of fear rising from deep within.
Judging by this situation, if it dared to open its mouth, the boss would immediately destroy its zombie path.
The fragrance of human flesh grew closer, its mind filled with all sorts of bloodthirsty desires.
Restrain, restrain, and restrain again.
The fragrance of human flesh was secretly inhaled into its lungs, yet it still couldn't diminish its bloodthirsty cravings inside.
It really wanted to grab a bite!
It was so difficult for it.
The zombie in a suit rolled its eyes upwards desperately, trying not to look at those walking lunchboxes, and worked hard to suppress its bloodthirsty desire.
It felt that today was its most abnormal day.
As a zombie, it could actually tolerate food bouncing around in front of it like this.
