Lin Fan said, "Yes, they can all come back. I just negotiated with them, rest assured, it will be soon."
He looked up at the sky, maybe in a moment, a helicopter would arrive.
"Thank you, really thank you so much, I thank you on their behalf for your kindness."
Huang Wenhua was very grateful.
Lin Fan smiled; he had seen this kind of situation too many times, especially in the apocalypse, where many people needed help, and despair and disaster often occurred simultaneously.
What he could do was within his capability.
He did these things not to seek gratitude but to think about if even fellow citizens were unwilling to help and unite, then how could they withstand the apocalypse.
Look at the zombies; although they lack reason, they are exceptionally united. Under such unity, if humans are still scattered like loose sand, then extinction is inevitable.
The sound of rotor blades.
A black helicopter appeared in the sky.
"They're back."
Lin Fan watched.
