A hush fell over the surroundings, with soft sobs rising and falling from the crowd.
Zhou Rong’s jaw was clenched. Suddenly, he punched heavily on a tree trunk. Yan Hao reflexively took half a step back.
“What are you doing!” Yan Hao growled: “What if you attract zombies?!”
Red threads slowly seeped between Zhou Rong’s fingers.
The extremely powerful, intimidating Alpha pheromones instantly broke through the suppressants, roaring like a wild beast and spreading in all directions. Zhou Rong forced himself to take a breath, trembling as he withdrew his fist. Yan Hao quickly pulled out a water bottle to wash the tree trunk and tried to splash water on Zhou Rong’s hand, but was silently blocked. Zhou Rong then licked his own wound, his gaze in the shadows bright as snow, like a pack leader unwilling to admit defeat despite being trapped.
“…We’ll do three-person shifts. We’ll leave for the industrial zone at six tomorrow morning,” Zhou Rong said hoarsely after a while. “If there’s no movement in City B within two days, I’ll go explore the city center myself.” Yan Hao wanted to dissuade him, but seeing Zhou Rong turn and walk away, he could only hurriedly follow.
Si Nan went to find Zhou Rong. When he reached the edge of the forest, he suddenly stopped sensitively. There was a faint, uncomfortable smell in the night air. The scent hovered in the air, strong, mature, and highly aggressive. He instinctively searched for its source, but after standing there for a while, his nerve endings suddenly jumped, and an indescribable dizziness slowly rose from his heart.
