The most critical thing is, why do these people smell like barbecue?
Old Zhou came out and patted Code Seven on the shoulder: "You've had a rough time; are you exhausted these days? Come, have some nang baked by Jing Shu, and we've saved a few roasted buns for you."
Black Shadow gave a resentful glance, grabbed a bun, and took a big bite, grumbling inside: "If I had known, we'd have rather been the ones locked up. Their living conditions inside are better than ours outside, and we were worried about them not having enough to eat or wear warm clothes."
Code Seven initially wanted to say they should rest for a day before restocking, but as he looked at Jie and Mama Has leisurely picking their teeth, he realized that they were living well when trapped.
"So, what should we do now—"
Old Zhou waved his hand: "Let's go to the place directly; we've been in the desert long enough. Now is the perfect time to catch them by surprise."
