If Qin Zhao hadn't met Chi Xia and Han Junche, and hadn't spent time with them, he would most likely have accepted Yang Hong's suggestion.
Humans are mostly viewed through colored lenses, from minor things like physical ugliness, poor grades, and poverty, to major things like physical disabilities, mental illnesses, and differences in region and race.
Throughout human history, discrimination and contempt have always been a constant companion.
Zombie kings and advanced mutated zombies with superpowers—no matter how powerful or advanced they are, they can't escape the word "zombie." They are corpses and can no longer be called human.
Have you thought it through?
At this moment, in Yang Hong's eyes, Qin Zhao was a wolf who should have been in the wolf pack like them, but was accidentally left outside and was picked up and raised as a dog. Although he did some wrong things in a muddle, it did not prevent him from realizing his mistakes and returning to the right path.
Qin Zhao was hesitating about how to answer when something suddenly streaked across the sky. He looked up and saw a missile cutting through the sky, heading straight for the capital.
Yang Hong naturally saw it too, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Overestimating yourself."
After saying this, he didn't look at the missile in the sky anymore, clearly confident of success.
He knew about Han Junche's plan. This was the third missile aimed directly at the capital. Its purpose was not to kill a certain number of zombies, but to serve as a deterrent and tell those who started this war that the Sirius Base had the means to protect itself.
Then comes the real purpose of today: distributing flyers.
The missile should have been launched an hour earlier, but Han Zheng clearly delayed the launch to coincide with the printing time of the promotional leaflets.
But when Qin Zhao heard Yang Hong's words, "overestimating yourself," his heart skipped a beat. Before he could think further, a loud bang suddenly rang out.
The missile, which was supposed to land on the capital, exploded in mid-air, as if it had struck something indestructible...
Countless fragments rained down from the sky, but suddenly burst into flames mid-air, turning to ash in the blink of an eye. By the time they reached the ground, they were light and harmless.
Qin Zhao now finally understood what Yang Hong meant by "overestimating one's abilities."
Yang Hong looked at Qin Zhao's constantly changing expression and smiled slightly: "Well, have you thought it through? Let me be frank with you, you're not even as good as me, let alone the others."
Qin Zhao understood the meaning behind his words and tentatively asked, "I always thought that zombie kings were very rare, and I even thought that there were only two or three like me in the world at most. How come it sounds like there are many more?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Hong immediately laughed: "Young man, you just mentioned my identity before the apocalypse, how come you forgot it so soon? You're still too green to try and trick me into revealing anything."
Qin Zhao was not bothered at all by being exposed, and just smiled and said, "How dare I show off my limited skills in front of Elder Yang? But since you are willing to win me over, at least let me know about your situation, otherwise how can I dare to surrender?"
"Haha, you're quite something."
Yang Hong patted him on the shoulder: "I admire your courage to take this risk alone despite knowing you are not strong enough. I also admire your resourcefulness in trying to get information out of me. So, I might as well tell you that there are twelve people like you and me in the capital, not including our leader."
Qin Zhao keenly grasped a word: "leader?"
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