"Troublesome?"
Xiang Ruijun's heart sank. If an overpowered player like Xiao Xiu thought something was "troublesome," could there be a Level 5 or 6 Zombie King upstairs?
She wondered if that was even possible. It was only the first day of the apocalypse—strictly speaking, not even twenty-four hours had passed.
Pei Ye's next words dispelled her worries. "There are quite a few people upstairs in the hotel, and some of them have guns. I don't really care either way, but I'm worried about you guys."
"Guns?"
It wasn't a Level 5 or 6 Zombie King, but living humans armed with guns were just as troublesome. Hua Country had strict gun bans and Sword controls. The only Swords available in most households were fruit knives or meat cleavers, and guns were practically non-existent. Even if ordinary people had them, they were likely secretly stashed antique muskets or hunting rifles from the last century.
"Is there a police station nearby?" Xiang Ruijun asked.
