"Damn it!"
Zhang Su yanked the steel rod from Qiu Shuo's head, feeling hot blood rush to his head, causing a dizzy spell.
His relationship with Qiu Shuo wasn't exactly close, but they were acquaintances. Taking his life with his own hands was a huge challenge. Thankfully, Qiu Shuo had almost completely turned into a zombie, so the psychological burden wasn't as heavy.
"Oh, Brother Shuo, oh..."
Lu Yubo was kneeling and bawling on the ground.
"You owe me, get over there and deal with Xiaoshuo's body! I swear..."
"Forget it, forget it..."
"Brother Zhang, don't be mad."
Zhang Su, seeing the sobbing Lu Yubo, was infuriated and wanted to kick him, but was held back by Zheng Xinyu, Zhong Xiaoshan, and Old Wang.
In the filthy convenience store, the smell of blood mixed with the lingering aroma of instant noodles, dropping everyone's spirits to rock bottom, leaving them speechless.
