Su Xiaoyu and Lin Momo hugged Wang Ran reluctantly and then led the group of zombies to the helicopter.
Wang Ran found a broken piece of a wine bottle on the ground and cut the middle-aged man's arm.
"Now, you're infected.
"If I don't give you the antidote, you will become an idiotic zombie that only listens to my orders.
"So, you'd better be obedient from now on, understood?"
Wang Ran said strenly.
The middle-aged man would not have believed him, had he not seen this group easily controlling more than a dozen zombie porters.
"Sir, don't worry. I'll cooperate!
"Even if you want me to f*ck a zombie, I'd do it!"
The middle-aged man nodded decisively.
"You want to try f*cking a zombie?"
This piqued Wang Ran's interest.
"Don't, sir! I was just stating an example!
"Besides, I don't have any safety measures on me. I'd get infected..."
The middle-aged man was on the verge of tears.