"Xinyu, Xiaoshan, Chen Hanzhou, Zhuzi, take care of the zombies over there and stay alert. The rest, come with me!"
As Zhang Su gave instructions, he aimed his crossbow at the few people getting off the Pajero, saying, "Stand still, don't move!"
Tan Huajun's posture was identical to Zhang Su's, with a huge vernier caliper slung on his back, the long handle resembling an antenna, as he approached while aiming his crossbow.
"Don't be nervous, everyone, stay calm! We mean no harm!"
Three people got off the Pajero in total: the driver, a man wearing a baseball cap; the woman from the front passenger seat holding a spade; and a man from the back seat who, despite his gentle appearance with glasses, had his aura marred by the bloodstains on his coat.
"We aren't holding any weapons, don't worry, we really mean no harm!"
