The other seven people looked at Monkey and waited for him to speak.

Among them, Monkey had the highest IQ.

Under normal circumstances, they trusted Monkey very much. This time was no exception!

Seeing that everyone trusted him unconditionally, Monkey also felt a burst of hot tears.

He turned to look at the fatty who was standing at the city gate and said, "Our only chance now is Scar!

"Only Scar can reach that speed!

"The rest of us have not received any speed training at all, including me!"

Hearing Monkey's words, everyone nodded in agreement.

"Yes! Indeed."

"We have not received any formal speed training."

"We can not reach that speed at all!"

Listening to everyone's discussion, Monkey took out a purple potion from his backpack.

When everyone saw the item, they all looked at him.

This was none other than the potential potion that the nine of them spent a lot of money to buy.

It was originally used in life and death battles.

But now, Monkey took it out and wanted to use it.

They knew who this potion was for. Other than Scar, no one else had a scar on their face.

A thin man said, "We don't think it's time to use this potion!

"It's not time for the real crisis!"

After saying that, he returned the potion to Monkey.

He walked down alone and looked at the fat man at the city gate with a worried expression.

He quickly withdrew this emotion. Having this emotion at this time would only affect his performance!

He turned to look at the people behind him and said, "I'm going!"

"Wait!"A voice came from behind.

Scarface turned to look at Monkey.

Monkey handed him back the potential potion that Scarface had given him.

He took the potential potion in his hand, nodded, and left.

Scarface glanced at the potion in his hand and put it into his backpack.

He stared at the dilapidated city gate in front of him.

He didn't have much confidence in himself.

However, his good brother, Fatty, was inside.

How could he watch him die in front of him!

At that moment, the ground began to shake.

A zombie crawled out of the ruins.

This zombie was different from the others. The others all walked on their feet.

The one in front of him was on all fours.

Its skin was completely red, and its limbs were covered with rotten meat.

It was quite big.

It appeared not far from Fatty.

Fatty seemed to be frightened and stood still on the spot.

At that moment, the scar-faced man seemed to have thought of something.

He rushed toward Fatty, who was standing still.

Looking at the nearby zombies, he wished that he could run to where fatty was in an instant!

Just as the zombies crawled out, a figure in the distance said,

"So there's a mutated zombie here.

"No wonder I felt a strange aura.

"It's like a human aura, but not entirely."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

In the city, the scar-faced man and fatty were still quite a distance away from each other.

Only then did fatty come to his senses.

Looking at the red zombie with its back facing him, his legs trembled.

He turned around and wanted to run, but his body...

Seemed to have lost control as he stood still!

When he regained control of his body...

His throat let out a terrified cry first,

"Monster! Monster!"

Fatty's voice attracted the mutated zombie to turn around.

Seeing fatty's legs trembling...

He instantly ran towards Fatty!

Not far away, Scarface saw the zombie running towards Fatty and shouted in despair, "Fatty! How could you!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a clear sound.

Crack!

The sound of a skull being broken was heard in the zombie's hand.

Fatty's eyes were filled with disbelief as he fell to the ground!

He watched as the zombie walked up to his brother and broke his skull!

But he couldn't save him, so the scar-faced man slammed the ground angrily.

The zombie only reacted after it started eating fatty's flesh and blood.

"Beast! Shut Up!"

Just as it was about to put the arm that was just torn off into its mouth, it heard someone tell it to shut up.

It turned around and looked at the thin scar-faced man.

He looked at him with disgust, then turned around and continued eating the arm.

The man with a scar on his face looked at the zombie in front of him with confusion.

He couldn't believe that he was despised by a zombie!

Was it because he had less meat on his body that the zombie despised him?

It seemed to be the case. He was tall and skinny.

He was also 1.78 meters tall, but there weren't many places with meat on his body.

Looking at the zombie in front of him, his heart felt complicated.

Meanwhile, the six people behind him were surprised.

The zombie chose to eat fatty instead of Scarface.

This refreshed their understanding. They thought that this monster was ugly.

But now, he chose fatty instead of the skinny Scarface.

Just as they were surprised, Scarface was still in a daze in the town.

He stood where he was, and his eyes lost.

It was as if his beloved thing had been snatched away by someone else!

They wanted nothing more than to rush over and save Scarface!

Just as they were about to move, the black-cloaked man appeared in front of them again.

At the same time, he said to them, "If you go in now, you will only be sending yourselves to death. He can only make his own choice!"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at them.

They looked at the black-cloaked man in front of them.

This was the first time he had seen his face.

He had an oval face, and his eyes were like sapphires.

They were emitting a blue light under the sun.

On top of them were a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows.

It was as if his face had been carved out!

Shawn and the others felt their heads buzzing.

After all, he was so handsome that they had turned black.

His skin was so fair.

It was so tender that water could be squeezed out.

As Shawn blocked their way, they became more anxious.

They watched as Shawn's aura dispersed, and the remaining seven people instantly tensed up!

Only when their lives were threatened or when they were in grave danger would their bodies tense up.

"This man in front of us is only releasing his aura."

"He's already making our bodies tense up."

"Then if he attacks, won't he be able to save Scar?"

Looking at the man in front of him, Monkey pondered in his mind.

While he was pondering, the man said,

"Eh?! It's actually a zombie that has activated its intelligence!"

Looking at Monkey and the others, he suddenly felt that it was useless.

No, it was still useful. At least it could help him attract fire!

Looking at the people in front of him, his eyes flashed.

He was thinking about how to make the zombie turn its gaze.

Then, he looked at Monkey, Reagan, and the others.

He suddenly had an idea.

If he wanted to lure the zombie out, he first had to break the protective shield of the system.

But to break the protective shield, he needed something special.