Yang Liehuo glanced at the surrounding villagers; there was no need for words—just a look said it all.
"Younger Brother Zhang, we're willing to join Celestial Horse Island, but there's something I want to discuss with you first."
"Sure, say what you have to say."
Zhang Su raised his hand to indicate he was open to rational discussion, but he was extremely averse to unreasonable outbursts.
Yang Liehuo said, "I noticed there are a lot of female members in your group. Before you arrived, these young women in our village mentioned wanting to join the combat team, pick up weapons, and fight zombies. What do you think about that?"
Zhang Su focused his gaze on the faces of the women indicated by Yang Liehuo. They were simple rural women, faces full of desire, their hair tousled by the cold wind, but their eyes were resolute.
