"Va... Vanessa's dead. Blackhand City, the base of the Black Hand Legion, was overrun by that Zombie King from L.A. The whole group's been disbanded," Sophia said, her voice running on instinct.
"That Zombie King from Los Angeles?" The Crimson Count didn't even blink. To him, Blackhand City was nothing—his influence stretched across the globe. But the mention of a Zombie King in the U.S. did pique his interest, if only slightly. "Is he the strongest Zombie King in America?"
"Y-Yes. According to the Zombie King files, he's basically unmatched in the States," Sophia answered truthfully.
The Crimson Count's expression didn't change. He didn't care much for the so-called Zombie King files—some were strong, some weak. Besides, the whole system had been created because of him. Everyone listed after him? Just juniors.
Back when he ruled the world like a storm, most of these so-called Zombie Kings hadn't even awakened yet...
