Most people didn't pay much attention to what happened in the steel city.
After all, their survival was imminent, and no one had the mood to pay attention to other things.
West glanced at them.
"I see. Is there anything else you want to say?"
In contrast, West was more concerned about the distribution of the zombie cores.
Noticing that West was not interested in this topic, the iron hand hesitated.
Just when they were silent, footsteps came from outside.
A group of people came in carrying boxes.
Many big boxes were placed in front of everyone in rows.
There were at least tens of thousands of cores in it.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
West said before they could discuss.
"I want half of the cores here."
West's words quieted them down.
What? Did they hear it wrong?
There were so many cores there! Does West want half of them?
They were quite satisfied with West's strength. After all, he had repelled the attack of zombies on his own.
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