Gathering

"I need your help," Dwight said slowly as he noticed the other person's silence.

"The humans in the base may not trust me, let alone those rulers who are extremely reluctant," Shaun said, a trace of a cold smile crossing his lips.

"You really are a saint," he added with a sneer.

He hadn't expected the other person to have this concern.

In the apocalypse, no one is a savior.

If he had to, he would forcefully take them away and leave those who didn't want to move to their fate.

Having made a choice, he was prepared to face the consequences.

"Are you planning to use that favor?" Shaun asked coldly, his expression indifferent.

He had advanced to a king-tier zombie half a month ago.

With his strength, he had single-handedly held back two king-tier creatures; otherwise, he would have undoubtedly died!

Afterward, he promised the other person a favor.