Toward this passionate accusation, Zhao Bolin could only spread his hands with a helpless look. "I'm afraid I have no idea what Commander Yang is talking about. Are you implying that I am the one who leads the zombies here? Do I look like I have the ability to?"
Yang Tengfei's face alternated between red and purple as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. His chest was suffocated with surging anger and irritation. He supported Li Zhu's waist with one arm while the other held a gun, shooting the zombies with a domineering precision. Each bullet was embedded between a zombie's forehead without a miss, blasting the head into red and white flowers filled with blood and brain matter. His marksmanship was simply remarkable. Alas, his current expression showed that he preferred to shoot Zhao Bolin instead!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!