Chapter 246 What is your identity?

Song Qi and his group were so shocked that they couldn't even close their mouths.

They impersonated Ling Ran after inquiring about her and her group's strength. Although they had already assumed their strength was very high, they realized that they might not be able to reach that level even if they devoted their entire lives to it.

Suddenly, Song Qi slapped herself.

She deserves to die!

What am I?

How dare they impersonate Her Majesty the Queen!

Are they worthy?

The friend squatting next to Song Qi was startled: "Sister Song, what's wrong?"

"I don't deserve it!"

"ah?"

"From now on, don't call me Sister Song, call me Little Song!"

"ah?"

"Call him Xiao Song."

"Little Song?"

Song Qi raised her hand and slapped him on the head: "Little Song, who do you think you are? Who do you think you are!"

The person: "???"

He asked her unnecessary questions.

Another person chimed in: "Sister Song, we've all been exposed. Let's kill that pig when we get back from this mission, shall we?"

This pig was bought with their entire life savings, and they can only look at it but not eat it every day. They can't imagine how miserable they are.

We used to rely on these pigs for acting, but now that we don't need them anymore, it's time for everyone to fill their stomachs.

Upon hearing this, Song Qi hesitated, "But Her Majesty the Queen keeps pigs as pets, and I'd like to follow her example."

The others immediately widened their eyes.

Not only do you not want to slaughter pigs, but you also want to waste resources raising them? Absolutely not!

"Sister Song, no offense, but what kind of status do you have? Do you deserve to keep the same pets as adults? Why don't we buy a chicken and raise chickens instead?"

Song Qi was taken aback, then her eyes hardened: "You're right. I'm not worthy of having the same pets as adults. We'll slaughter a pig when we get back!"

As she spoke, she took a big bite of the bun in her hand, biting into the cabbage filling inside.

These steamed buns have less flour and more cabbage.

As the superhumans ate their lunch, they watched the thin membrane with bated breath. They saw the zombies clinging to the membrane like they were on a glass window, baring their teeth and claws at them but unable to do anything about it. A strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside them.

Hmph, aren't you guys so great?

No matter how awesome it is!

Oh ho ho, you can only watch us eat, and you can't even get close to us. How infuriating!

A bunch of trash!

Ling Ran and the others didn't eat that quickly, so after they finished their steamed buns and rice balls, they went from being on edge to calming down. Some of the bolder ones even stood next to the plastic film and danced wildly, mainly to provoke others.

As for Ling Ran, she would glance up occasionally while eating, treating it like watching a TV program.

She picked up a piece of dried fish. The dried fish was sun-dried and then fried in oil. It had a chewy texture and a salty and savory flavor.

Ling Ran nodded in satisfaction.

Recently, this preserved fish has become her new favorite.

I sometimes eat them as snacks while watching TV.

The group ate with great satisfaction, while Wang Zhengtian watched, unable to resist swallowing hard. There was nothing he could do; the Ping An base was poor. Even as a manager, he only got to eat good food these past few days when he was hosting the big shots. Normally, he was very frugal.

It took Ling Ran and her group almost an hour to finally finish their meal.

Seeing the others clearing away the dishes, Wang Zhengtian approached Ling Ran, who was already sitting on the sofa, and asked, "Sir, what should we do with these zombies?"

"What can we do? Kill them."

"..."

He didn't know he had killed him.

The question is, does he have the ability?

While the big shots were having dinner, Wang Zhengtian counted and found that there were actually four level-four zombies here.

They can't even handle one, let alone four.