The motorcycle sped on, recklessly meeting a green garbage truck in a narrow lane.
Bang!
A loud crash.
The motorcycle was instantly wrecked, while the green garbage truck remained unscathed.
The cold young man sitting on it was flung through the air, landing heavily on the ground.
The Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's cold eyes held a hint of confusion.
Even though he heard the sound of bones breaking in his body, he didn't feel any pain.
Even so, he lay on the ground for a long time before collecting his thoughts.
Since the apocalypse began, it was the first time he was hit by someone!
"Oh my! Old Wang, can't you go slower? You've hit someone again!"
An exclamatory voice sounded from inside the green garbage truck.
"Uh, the young man was going the wrong way!"
Uncle Wang weakly said.
Uncle Liu rolled his eyes, placing his hand on the handle, preparing to get out and help the young man who had been hit.
Just then, the Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming got up from the ground.
