The Haranda drove all the way up to the mountain gate of the safe camp. Although a gate hadn't been installed yet, there were barriers blocking the road, spikes on the ground, and a line of armed individuals standing behind!
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are survivors who escaped from the city, we mean no harm, we just want to..."
A man stepped out of the car, emaciated, hands raised in surrender as he spoke. Suddenly, he caught sight of two vaguely familiar figures, and his face froze.
"Go on, why don't you keep talking? You mean no harm, and then what?"
From the back, Zhang Su got off the Prado, holding a gun and aiming at the two people, he teased, "What do you want? Invite us for hot pot?"
"Hehe!" Zheng Xinyu jumped down from the passenger seat, gritting her teeth, "When you stole our car back then, you didn't expect this day to come, did you? Huh? You two fools!"
