"Old Zhao, Qiang, stop moving, let's go!" Tang Xiaoquan appeared very anxious. But Wang Qiang was indifferent. Retreat? He couldn't understand this; the zombies outside hadn't burst into the house yet, so why retreat when it's safe? His brain must be malfunctioning. He immediately argued, "Why retreat? There are still so many supplies to move."
Old Zhao believed Tang Xiaoquan wouldn't suggest retreating for no reason. He glanced forward through the car's glass and immediately understood the latter's concern: "Qiang, we should leave now. If we continue, the reinforced glass on the windshield won't hold up."
"What the hell! Seriously? It's just two zombies on top banging; it's not that easy to break!" Wang Qiang was adamant. He thought it was finally a chance to move supplies without outside interference, so how could they leave after moving just a little?
