Zhang Su pulled out a cigarette, passed it around, opened a crack in the window, lit the cigarette, and said, "Old Zhang, the Survivor Alliance has established a trade market. You guys must be very familiar with the surrounding situation, right?"
Zhang Xin exhaled the smoke, chuckled dryly, and said, "Actually, I don't really have the qualifications to sit here and have a meeting. I'm just the captain of a small squad in the team. How would I know that much stuff..."
"Haha, you must be spending all your energy on women's bellies, otherwise you'd hear some news just by asking around!"
Zhang Su teased, having occasionally overheard Zhang Xin and a few of his subordinates chatting, often involving stories of their wild adventures within the alliance, like spending a night with some beautiful girl.
