Seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight, and seventy-nine are all various business scenes.
Pan Han actually watched a movie set in this world.
It was very comfortable, but I didn’t get any points.
The ranking has slipped to third place, 500 points less than the top spot!
It's just outrageous!
Everyone in the broadcast room was extremely excited as they looked at the top few places and the scores that were so closely linked.
After overtaking Pan Han, the two trial companions screamed in the hall.
This attracted envious glances from others.
The commentator looked at the building layout and the atmosphere inside the venue and was very satisfied.
This is the result that the zodiac wants.
In recent years, the apocalyptic environment has gradually stabilized, and the Twelve Zodiac Signs are in an absolutely dominant position, which has made it even more boring.
As long as the living people do not commit suicide on their own initiative or encounter a huge tide of zombies, they will basically not be in danger of life.
Moreover, after a few years, my stomach and intestines have adapted to the end of the world, and I can even taste the cockroach cakes.
This trial was like a stone that caused ripples in still water.
Without points, red dots or blind boxes, Pan Han walked up to the 80th floor in a daze.
This floor is divided into four areas in the four directions of east, south, west and north. In each area, there is a group of zombies in suits and ties.
All the zombies were concentrating on their work, some were making phone calls, some were working frantically on their computers, and some were even in meetings!
Opposite the stairs is a front desk where two young female zombies are on duty.
Seeing Pan Han coming up, he immediately stood up to greet him: "Hello, sir, what can I do for you?"
Pan Han lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes to look at the front desk. On the wall behind the two female zombies, there were a few big words written: Damianzi Telecom Group.
"I'm here to kill you! Please make arrangements." Pan Han smiled and told the truth.
"Captain of security, someone is causing trouble." A female zombie working at the front desk heard this and remained unusually calm. She picked up the intercom and called for help.
Pan Han held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at his bracelet, but there was still no points notification.
"That's weird, there should be a boss on the 80th floor!"
Just as he was wondering, several burly zombies in uniforms ran out of the house.
"It's him!" The female zombie pointed at Pan Han, and one of the leading uniformed zombies walked straight to Pan Han.
"Boy, what do you want to do?" This guy was strong and muscular, at least 1.9 meters tall, and his aura was much more powerful than Pan Han's.
"I just said it. Kill you all."
"Looking for death." The security captain reached out to press Pan Han's head.
Pan Han sneered and suddenly kicked out, accurately kicking the security chief in the chest. The security chief was kicked back and fell heavily to the ground, instantly unconscious.
Seeing this, the other security guards immediately let out low roars and rushed towards Pan Han.
However, Pan Han moved swiftly and as agile as a cheetah. He quickly dodged the security guards' attacks and launched a fierce counterattack.
His fists struck the security guards like lightning, each punch hitting their vital points accurately. The security guards were beaten so badly that they had no power to fight back and could only retreat.
Soon, the entire hall was filled with the sounds of Pan Han and the security guards engaged in a fierce battle. Their figures flashed rapidly, fists and kicks clashed. Pan Han's fighting skills and reaction speed were astonishing. He was practically outnumbered, holding a clear advantage.
The security guards gradually felt desperate and realized that they were no match for Pan Han.
Finally, the security guards fell to Pan Han's feet one by one, unable to fight back. The hall was filled with silence and the zombie security guards lying on the ground.
Pan Han wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around. He found that the other zombies in the hall had already been attracted by his fight and were looking at him in amazement.
"I'm here to kill you, and you still dare to resist? It seems you don't deserve it at all." Pan Han said coldly, his voice full of mockery.
There is no necessary connection between having points and killing zombies. As long as Pan Han is willing, he can kill them for free!
The other zombies suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression and could not help but take a few steps back with terrified expressions.
At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open and a figure flashed.
"Stop!" A male zombie in a black suit shouted at all the zombie security guards to leave.
"Mr. Pan, you are finally here!"
"Oh? You know me?"
"Haha, you killed your way through seventy-nine floors, how could I not know?"
"So, do you have anything else to say?" Pan Han flicked out his cigarette butt and lit another one.
"I want to talk to you." The zombie in the black suit actually lit a cigarette.
One person and one corpse, blowing smoke rings at each other, the scene is very weird!
"What to talk about?" Pan Han looked at it with interest.
"Hahahaha! That's fine as long as we have something to talk about. Please come in!" The zombie in the black suit moved sideways and made way.
Pan Han glanced at it and saw that it was smiling. He muttered a few words to himself and walked in.
The zombie in the black suit led him to a room. Pan Han looked around and found that it was no different from an ordinary general manager's office.
"Mr. Pan, what would you like to drink?"
"No. What did you want to talk about?"
"Haha, you are really quick to speak! Okay, then I'll be straight to the point. It's very simple, please let me go on this one." said the zombie in the black suit.
"Oh? This is the first time I've seen a zombie begging for mercy." Pan Han chuckled, finding it amusing.
"Mr. Pan, you can see that I'm doing business. I don't want to cause trouble."
"What business are you in?" Pan Han waved his hand, indicating that there was no rush and they wanted to chat first.
"Haha, Mr. Pan, are you interested too?" The zombie in the black suit felt a little better when he saw that Pan Han didn't say anything final.
"Tell me about it."
"Here we do gambling, fraud, assassination, cockroach cake factories, human meat factories. We do everything."
"Why do you speak so naturally?"
"It's the end of the world, who cares about these things?"
"So, you are doing business with both humans and zombies?" Pan Han asked after thinking for a while after hearing the two factories.
"Of course not. In business, making money is all that matters. It doesn't matter who you do business with."
"What good will it do if I let you go?"
"Haha, Mr. Pan, now take another look at the bracelet."
Ding! Bracelet prompt: Kill all the zombies on the 80th floor and get 10,000 points. Let them go and get 100,000 points!
"Fuck, there is actually such a thing." Pan Han was a little shocked.
"Hey, Mr. Pan, just take a break and go upstairs. 100,000 points, easy to get."
"What if I were to kill you all?"
"Then I have no choice but to lie down and wait to die. But you will get 90,000 points less. It's up to you to judge whether it's worthwhile or not." The zombie in the black suit turned his computer around and showed it to Pan Han.
It clearly shows the points rankings of many trial participants.
"How did you see the standings?" Pan Han was a little surprised.
"That's not important. Mr. Pan, look, if you just let us go, your position as the top brother will be more secure."
The smile of the zombie in the black suit gradually stiffened, revealing a cold look in his eyes.
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