While they were distracting the people inside by shouting, He Tuo and his men had already quietly gone to plant the explosives.

Matthew's superpower had no effect on zombies. He had been feeling down these past few days because he had wasted the medicine, but now that he could use it, he was quite excited.

He turned and waved, flashing a wide grin that contrasted sharply with his white teeth.

"Leave it to me, no problem!"

They cupped their hands into a megaphone shape and launched another attack into the castle.

"Mundjev! If your ugliness could generate electricity, all the nuclear power plants in the world could go on strike!"

"You are utterly despicable! You are the epitome of meanness and filth, the embodiment of lewdness and depravity!"

"Your Saiaka Society is a pile of shit!"

"·····"

Inside, Mondjev was jumping up and down in a panic, his face flushed with anger, furious to the extreme. He raised his gun, ready to rush out.

"Chibman, didn't you hear me? You...you let me go! I'm going to kill that bastard."

Chibman clung desperately to Mondjev's arm.

"Boss! Two of our squads haven't returned yet. If we go out and confront them now, we'll be the ones who suffer."

Mondjef was furious; he'd never been treated like this before and couldn't stand it.

"No, we have plenty of men! Go and drive out those slaves locked up in the back, and if that's not enough, we have those women. Let them be our shields to take bullets!"

So what if there are many superhumans? He has plenty of weapons and ammunition, and he also has human vanguards who don't care if they die.

Mondjef forcefully shook off Chibman's hand again, and pointed the pistol in his other hand threateningly at Chibman's arm.

"Let me go, or I'll blow you up too."

Helpless, Chibman simply let go of his hand.

“Then let’s go with your plan, but I think we should still prepare to retreat.”

Mondjev laughed arrogantly, "Ha, what a joke. Retreat? The word 'retreat' doesn't exist in my dictionary."