Familiarity grows with interaction. When Wang Xingui received news that Zhang Su was coming again, he was far less nervous than the first time. The previous transactions had been pleasant and they agreed to keep in touch in the future.
"Big brother, what are you planning to trade for this time?"
Wang Xingui enthusiastically stood at the village entrance with his men to receive Zhang Su.
Zhang Su noticed the bandages wrapped around Wang Xingui's neck and shoulders. Such valuable injuries couldn't have been caused by zombie bites. He frowned and asked, "Did there was a conflict?"
"Those bastards from Beita Camp, damn it. A few days ago, we took the brothers to Xingge Village to scavenge and ran into the people from Beita Camp. We lost a brother!"
Wang Xingui spoke with anger in his voice.
Zhang Su's group exchanged silent glances; this conflict wasn't initially expected to become so intense...
"It just so happens I need to go to Beita Camp, come guide the way for me."
