"Come on, let me clean up the Yellow Market now."
He had already made up his mind.
When the three-dimensional points all added up to millions, he should have killed all the zombies in the Yellow Market.
...
Prison.
"He Mingxuan, you see the situation now, very few people follow you, and those survivors who followed Chen Zhiyong have almost been killed by me. With you looking like this, if you want to control the prison, I'm afraid you're still not qualified. Your way of thinking, your standards are too low."
Sun Neng sat in the place where Chen Zhiyong used to sit, while He Mingxuan sat opposite him, as obedient as a little brother, quietly taking Sun Neng's criticism.
He Mingxuan looked at Sun Neng.
This guy... He didn't even know what to say anymore. If it weren't for Sun Neng, he and Miao Yan would have been killed by Chen Zhiyong long ago, but the words this guy spoke, and the things he did, really pissed him off.