"Okay... okay." Yang Rong didn't refuse and honestly went to tidy up things.
Night.
Lin Fan looked at his cell phone, there were many messages in the group chat, and he read through all the messages, which included work-related reports as well as some casual conversations.
Management group chat.
Zhu Cheng: "Is there really no more zombies left in Salt City? I've been staring wide-eyed all around and couldn't even spot a ghost of one. Lin bro, you've cleaned up too thoroughly. Aside from the scattered chunks of corpses and broken flesh all over the streets, there's nothing left."
Old Clock: "We can't let our guard down, Salt City is vast. It would be great if there were truly no zombies left, but we must be cautious of the 'what if.' We still need to continue tomorrow. This concerns everyone's safety, our responsibility is great, and there cannot be any slightest deviation."
