"That's good, that's good, haha, we fully trust the Survivor Alliance."
Ma Changshou chuckled awkwardly.
The roadblocks on the bridge were cleared, and the two cars passed smoothly.
"Old Yan, take a break and keep an eye on the cars here."
Captain Zhang pushed the car door open and stepped out. The Old Yan he referred to was the vice captain of this small team.
"Sure." Old Yan smiled lightly and nodded, "Be careful out there!"
Although the words were caring, they sounded somewhat unnatural. However, Captain Zhang and the others didn't mind, as if they were used to it.
"Hey!" As they entered the village, Captain Zhang glanced around and revealed a deep smile, "Old Ma, your village is impressive. The villagers look quite healthy, seems you have abundant supplies!"
Many things can be faked, but mental states are hard to counterfeit. The villagers appeared rosy-faced, walking steadily, clearly not having starved, and seemingly had some appropriate training.
