At the Black Blade Security Company, beneath a modest three-story building, Wang Yong arrived yet again. The burly guard stopped him as usual.
Wang Yong shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother! I have something critical to tell you—a matter of great importance!"
From the upper floor, curses and complaints rained down. "Damn it! Wang Yong, just because you're my cousin doesn't mean I have to give you face. You've already interrupted my work twice!"
Wang Gangjian poked his head out from the window, his face flushed with anger as if his arduous efforts had been abruptly disrupted. Wang Yong bellowed, "It's about the high-level zombies!"
"Then come up," Wang Gangjian snapped.
Moments later, Wang Yong was sitting across from Wang Gangjian. "Bro, why are you still battling the Giant King? You're so unskilled; just quit it and stop wasting time," Wang Yong said, half-heartedly.
Wang Gangjian snorted, "One more try; I can definitely defeat him." With that, he plunged back into his intense focus, enduring his virtual struggles.
Wang Yong sighed lightly, "Let me play for you while you listen to me, okay?"
Wang Gangjian scoffed, "If you can beat him in one go, I'll stop."
Taking the controller, Wang Yong navigated his character through the halls, charging to the Giant King's throne. He snatched the greatsword leaning against it and struck fiercely. After several blows, the Giant King fell to the ground, defeated with a few more strikes.
Setting down the controller, he looked into Wang Gangjian's eyes, "Now, will you listen to me?"
Wang Gangjian stared in disbelief, "How did you do that? Why was that sword so powerful?"
"Will you listen to me now!" Wang Yong roared.
Wang Gangjian grimaced, "Fine, go ahead."
Wang Yong recounted his experience at the Haotai Hotel without missing a detail, his expression grave.
"Really? You saw two high-level zombies?" Wang Gangjian's expression grew serious.
"Absolutely. That stature, those eyes—no ordinary zombie could possess them," Wang Yong replied with equal seriousness. At that moment, having caught the gaze of the high-level zombie, he had felt his blood nearly freeze in his veins. If not for the van speeding away in time, he might have already become food for the high-level zombie.
"This is indeed critical. We should avoid that area from now on," Wang Gangjian said solemnly.
"What if those high-level zombies break out? We can't just sit around and wait to die," Wang Yong stated gravely.
"Of course not. We'll have to ask for assistance from the Linjiang Army and have them send some Superhumans over," Wang Gangjian nodded.
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Wang Yong breathed a sigh of relief, "Good you have a plan, bro. You'll need to make the contact since you were discharged from the Linjiang Army. Our words won't carry much weight."
Wang Gangjian nodded, "Leave it to me; you don't need to worry."
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