The terrifying aura gradually approached bit by bit.
Thinking about the task given by Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming that had yet to be completed, the three Zombie Kings couldn't help but shiver again.
Truly like three generations of a family, shivering at the same frequency.
Ten minutes later, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming rode his motorcycle straight into the first-floor lobby.
The violent aura unconsciously emitted from his body made the nearby zombies tremble, this was an instinctive fear.
"Bo-boss, is there something you need from us?"
Li Nian had a stiff smile on his face, his voice stuttering.
Back in the day, negotiating billion-dollar contracts never made him this nervous.
"Have you found the human organization I told you to look for?"
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's cold gaze fell upon the family of Zombie Kings.
"N-not yet, but don't worry boss, we will find those strange people soon and hand them over to you."
