Hearing the news, West did stop.
It seemed that these zombie aristocrats also needed to develop a complete strategy before taking action.
West restrained his expression and said lightly, "I'm a little injured and need zombie cores for treatment."
"Within three days, you need to provide one hundred cores of the zombies that have mutated three times, or else even the earl won't be able to save you when he comes back."
Mason and Gavin widened their eyes in shock.
One hundred cores of zombies that had mutated three times?
Wasn't this an exorbitant price?
There were not so many of them even in the warehouse.
"You have seen what happened here. I always keep my word."
West released his pressure and said coldly, "I'll still be here three days later. You bring the things here."
"Otherwise..."
West lengthened his voice and did not finish the words.
But Mason and Gavin felt a chill down their spines.
They couldn't afford to offend him!
Terrified, the two agreed in a hurry.