"Boss Meng, hahaha!"
At this moment, Zhang Su's hearty laughter rang out from the highway. Skinny felt grateful and quickly stepped aside as he was blocking Meng Changwei's line of sight.
Zhang Su got off the sidecar, stood in front of the crowd, dusted the dirt off himself, and then stepped onto the field ridge. Behind him, over a hundred combat personnel followed, maintaining basic order even without forming ranks. Although their weapons weren't uniform, their presence was impressive.
Since the disaster broke out, not to mention a regular military force, even survivor camps set up by people themselves hadn't seen such a scale of combat personnel. The spectacle made Meng Changwei and others swallow nervously.
It had only been a mere one or two months since they'd last seen each other, and Celestial Horse Island, which had started with just over a dozen fighters, had developed to this extent. Have they gathered all the survivors from Qin City?
