Chapitre 479: Time for a Demonstration

"Me?" I asked, feeling my men stiffen from where they stood behind me. "I don't think that you want to do that," I continued with a sigh.

"Why? Sacred that...it… might win?" sneered Hao Jing Ya, the smirk on her face just begging for me to slap it off. 

"It has been years since a zombie managed to take its chunk of flesh from my body, and even then, it didn't live long enough to enjoy it," I assured her, a sneer of my own on my face. My mind went through all of the different solutions to this problem until I landed on one perfect one.

"Mao Jing. You will need to find someone else to be the manager of the fight club," I said to him, never taking my attention away from the zombie Alpha in front of me. 

"But—" he stuttered, looking between me and my men, not knowing what was going on.