Jiang Linhai asked worriedly, "Sisi, should we give them a warning?"
Jiang Si shook her head. "Looting supplies is the norm in the apocalypse. As long as we're better off than they are, we'll attract envy. Warnings are useless—what's meant to happen will happen."
Everyone sighed. The torrential rains were over; things were supposed to be getting better.
Setting the yacht and steamboat on fire just by throwing torches wasn't going to be easy.
Qiu Lei and his men were trying to figure out what to do. As the floodwaters gradually receded, several cars and trucks were exposed on the riverbed. They scavenged all the supplies from the vehicles, then pried open the fuel tanks and collected several containers of gasoline.
With this gasoline, they could pour it on the water around the yacht and steamboat, and it would burn up in an instant.
Everything was ready; they just needed the right opportunity.
