Old Zheng let out a sigh, looking at Ling Mo with a somewhat complex expression: "We hit a snag with Yu Wenxuan, he said that he couldn't make the decision on his own and had to seek your opinion. So we came to find you, just for this issue."
Pausing for a moment, he stood up, supporting himself with his knee, and said very solemnly: "I hope you can agree to this. Once collaboration is achieved, it will be a great benefit, both for us and for the Falcon Second Camp. You don't want to see yourself, or your kind, continue to struggle desperately under the threat of zombies, do you? Although in the current situation, humans can temporarily hold on, but how much more time will the rapidly evolving zombies give us?"
