Dexter and Sophia were deep in conversation when a figure appeared in the distance—clothes torn, covered in dust, and wearing a face twisted with fury.
"Wait, isn't that Ravena? She's back," Dexter said, turning his head.
Ravena stormed straight up to Sophia, grabbed her by the collar with one hand, and looked like she was about to explode.
"Talk! Did you team up with that Zombie King from Los Angeles?!"
"Huh???" Sophia frowned, completely blindsided.
"I've got a blood feud with that bastard. Why the hell would I ever work with him?"
"Then explain this—Genesis Biotech's North American HQ was a damn death trap! I lost over ten thousand troops there. And you told me it was a good spot?" Ravena's voice trembled with rage, her teeth clenched.
"Uh… well…"
Sophia looked mortified, totally speechless. She hadn't expected things to go down like that.
"It's all that damn Zombie King's fault. He's too damn cunning—he predicted I'd predict his move."
