The Zombie Dog could never have imagined that the prey, which had been so close, would suddenly be moving further away.

Unable to accept reality, it thrashed its front paws in the air, as if competing in a freestyle swimming race, exerting great effort. It was only when it landed heavily on the ground that it hopelessly stopped its actions.

The massive inertia caused the fallen Zombie Dog to slide back several meters, and the strong friction left a terrifying bloody scar on the ground.

Perhaps due to the pain, even the zombified Zombie Dog couldn't suppress a howl to the sky.

The piercing lament echoed back and forth across the open fields.

This time it was Tang Xiaoquan's turn to be puzzled. With his eyes tightly shut, he was naturally unaware of what had just happened above his head.

He even wondered whether it was an illusion created after his death.

After all, he hadn't made any move to counterattack the Zombie Dog, so why did its cry sound so... miserable?

However, Tang Xiaoquan's confusion didn't last long, because...

"Xiaoquan! Are you alright? Get in the car!" A man's steady and powerful voice hit Tang Xiaoquan's heart like a stabilizing force, reigniting his extinguished hope.

"No, I'm fine!" Except for a slight pain in his spine, Tang Xiaoquan's other parts were indeed unharmed. In contrast, Wang Qiang in front of him had already been tormented almost to death by another Zombie Dog.

"Chao, Wen, quickly get out and help Wang Qiang and Daguo into the car. Xiaoquan, you climb in on your own!" As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Xiaodong restarted the car, placing it as a natural iron wall "barrier" between the dogs and the people.

As the car stopped, Wu Chao and Wen Quanxin followed orders to get out, each helping one person back into their seats.

"Damn, this is fucking pathetic! Brother Hu, kill that bastard!" As if he had a blood feud with them, Wang Qiang cursed through his ragged breathing as soon as he got into the car.

Hu Xiaodong could completely understand Wang Qiang's frustration, for the feeling of being repeatedly rammed by Zombie Dogs while being virtually powerless could truly drive a person mad.

However, considering the preciousness of fuel, Hu Xiaodong wasn't foolish enough to crash the car head-on into the Zombie Dog. Although the car had a 100% chance of winning in a crash, the prerequisite to reaping the victory was ensuring he could actually hit the Zombie Dog.

Otherwise, it would be just like before, being played around by the Zombie Dog's agile movements until the gasoline ran out, forcing them to fight hand-to-hand.

And by then, the ultimate victor would truly be uncertain.

So, ignoring Wang Qiang's revenge idea, Hu Xiaodong executed a series of swift maneuvers, aligning the car's front before immediately flooring the gas pedal, causing a puff of exhaust smoke to spew out of the tailpipe.

At once, the Buick GL8 sped towards the direction of the factory district!

Watching the "juicy meat" that was almost in their mouths escape with the "metal lump", you can imagine how furious the two Zombie Dogs were at that moment.

They howled and screamed, then sprinted on dog legs to chase.

"Damn! These two bastards really won't give up!" Using the rear-view mirror, Wang Qiang saw the Zombie Dogs following behind.

The two Zombie Dogs, one on the left and one on the right, ran with a vigor that was no slower than the four-wheeled Buick GL8.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaoquan became a bit anxious.

Finally, the factory wasn't far from the pickup point. If they didn't shake off these two tailgaters now, entering the factory smoothly would become problematic for everyone once they arrived.

With this in mind, Tang Xiaoquan immediately urged, "Brother Hu, find a way to shake them off quickly, so we won't have endless trouble!"

"Hmm," instinctively nodding, Hu Xiaodong looked at the top rear-view mirror. After confirming the distance between the car and the dogs, he gave a cold smile in his mind, thinking, "Since you want to play so much, then I'll play with you guys properly!"

His eyes suddenly sharpened, and Hu Xiaodong gripped the steering wheel tightly. He pressed the accelerator pedal fully and shouted, "Brothers, hold on tight, let's race these beasts!"

As the words fell, Wang Qiang felt his body lurch back heavily. The sudden surge of speed made him involuntarily shout an excited "Oh yeah!"

Lightning speed! At this moment, the Buick GL8 truly lived up to this phrase. With no pedestrians blocking the way, no obstacles hindering, Hu Xiaodong could freely accelerate its roaring speed.

After maintaining it like this for more than ten seconds, when Wang Qiang looked back once more, the two stubborn "tailgaters" that had been relentless were now gone, nowhere in sight.

"Hahahaha!" Laughing heartily from the heart, seeing the Zombie Dogs fall behind, Wang Qiang jubilantly lowered the car window, poked his head out, and madly shouted curses at the deserted country road behind, "Fucking hell, damn beasts, keep chasing! Why the hell aren't you chasing? Ha! Eat my car's dust! FUCK!"

His middle finger raised boldly, Wang Qiang pointed it at the sun, then turned and sunk back into his seat.

With the car speed so fast, it didn't take long for the vehicle to reach the factory's entrance.

When everyone saw the four big characters "Zhongkun Textile" atop the building, their hearts couldn't help but feel a flood of emotions.

"Quick, quick, quick! Open the door fast!" Too impatient to lift the cardboard boxes and other obstructions, Zhao Yunhai both beckoned and personally lifted the boxes in front of him.

Knowing that he had almost gone stir-crazy in the factory, if it weren't for Lin Junfu holding him back desperately, Old Zhao might have driven the truck back to the battlefield long ago.

So, seeing the familiar Buick GL8 return, you could imagine how unbearable the restlessness in his heart was.

"Xiao Hu, how are things! Did everyone make it back? Is everyone safe?" Too impatient to wait for the boxes to be cleared, Zhao Yunhai urgently asked.

"No worries, Uncle Zhao!" Almost immediately after his words fell, a bloodstained figure slowly emerged from the sunroof, and Wang Qiang posed a slightly exaggerated victory gesture, then proudly declared, "Those damn beasts can't be our match! Rest easy, Uncle Zhao, we're all fine!!"

But there are always some unsatisfactory things in this world, otherwise, there wouldn't be the phrase 'pride comes before a fall.'

Just as Zhao Yunhai was relieved that all his brothers had returned safely, the standing figure of the young man suddenly wobbled, and then...