"The key to the success or failure of this battle lies in whether we can hold these two car doors. I'm not strong enough, so I entrust this task to you two, Qiang and Uncle Zhao. If you feel your strength waning, you must say so in advance, don't force it. Otherwise, if the zombies break through any car door, we'll be trapped in this room."
"Damn it! Brother, you should have said so earlier. So that's the plan! I..."
"Bang!" Before Wang Qiang could finish speaking, a massive force came through the car door in front of him.
"Watch out!" Tang Xiaoquan dropped the oil drum in his hand and rushed to Wang Qiang's side, barely managing to hold the door against the impact, narrowly preventing the zombies from pushing it open.
"Damn! I was careless! I was careless!" Wang Qiang had been too focused on talking and didn't notice a Runner was charging towards him. If it hadn't been for Tang Xiaoquan's timely realization and intervention, they might have been in grave danger.
