Once the business was taken care of, we set off on the journey back to Gwangjang-dong. Almost immediately, I saw a couple of mutants that looked purple walking toward us from afar.

In front of the mutants, Kim Hyeong-Jun had his hand raised up high and was waving toward me.

“Did you get the stuff?”

“Yup. We have plenty now.”

As I pointed to the boxes on the cart, Kim Hyeong-Jun tilted his head.

“This much?” he asked.

“There’s something fishy about them… But I can’t quite explain it. I’ll go into the details later.”

Kim Hyeong-Jun pouted his lower lip and nodded.

As soon as I got the survivors and my underlings in formation, Kim Hyeong-Jun spoke up urgently, as though he’d just remembered something.

“Oh, ahjussi.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to check on my zombie prison and come back.”

“Right now?”

When I raised my eyebrows at him, Kim Hyeong-Jun’s expression grew uneasy.

“Did you check on yours, ahjussi?”

“My jailer zombies are taking care of it.”

I had assigned one hundred of my underlings to manage my zombie prison. I called those underlings jailer zombies.

Kim Hyeong-Jun cleared his throat and looked at me, then sucked on his lower lip.

“Umm… About Majang-dong.”

“What about Majang-dong?”

“Well, do you remember that I created a zombie prison there as well?”

“And…?”

I furrowed my brow at him. His head sagged, and his expression grew troubled.

I became speechless and put my right hand...