If it were under normal circumstances, Ghost Head might have burst into laughter upon hearing Brother Shi's tone, full of a blatant attitude of giving up. But their current dire situation left no room for such levity; he wanted to laugh, yet not even the faintest hint of humor stirred within his heart.
He struggled to turn his head, his gaze shifting to the rear. White smoke, wafting out from the vehicle's framework, slightly impaired visibility, but it didn't matter much. That strike just now must have caught the Level 7 zombie off guard, right?
