He understood what the black blood represented.
Only zombies would bleed black blood.
Zombies like Captain Zhu, who still retained their original appearance, were Zombie Kings.
Running away was not an option.
The Zombie King could command countless zombies with just a wave of his hand; a horde of zombies meant death for someone with superpowers below First Rank like him.
Besides, Captain Zhu had always been formidable.
Even without his zombie underlings, he could defeat him effortlessly.
He was no match; he could only see how much humanity was left in the other party.
He was gambling, betting that Captain Zhu recognized them and would spare them a chance to live.
Beyond that, he had no other way.
The young mother standing by looked at her husband; years of understanding suddenly made her realize something.
Standing beside him, saying nothing.
Her fingers hooked onto her daughter's pinky, feeling a bit flustered inside, but keeping a calm face.
