The car was moving at a steady pace on the avenue, and the tail of the car was silent. Even Wang Qiang and Wen Quanxin, who were usually talkative, leaned against the railing, panting heavily.
Indeed! They were exhausted! The fight, desperately racing against time, had pushed them to their physical limits.
Especially the final vehicle defense battle, with zombies swarming continuously, each one invisibly sapping their strength.
Old Lin slowly took a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket, the cigarette case itself had become crumpled due to the intensity of the battle, and most of the cigarettes inside were damaged.
But this didn't stop him from smoking. After all, nothing beats enjoying a cigarette after a great battle for a pleasant and comfortable feeling.
Taking out a cigarette, Old Lin casually tossed the cigarette pack to Wang Qiang because he knew, although these young folks weren't very old, they were true smokers with quite a big addiction.
