Inside the carriage, Wang Qiang leaned back in his chair, his free-hanging arms swollen and red like sausages hung out to dry.
This was the result of excessive exertion, a series of hacks and slashes leaving him looking like a corpse.
"Hey, Brother Hu, what are you guys doing up there? What's taking so long? Doesn't seem like you found anything..."
"Found too many supplies!" Tang Xiaoquan swiftly interrupted, giving Wang Qiang a discreet nudge, while glaring at him to indicate he shouldn't ask too many questions, then quickly switched topics, "I think what's inside there looks like rice, right?"
"Yeah," Hu Xiaodong slightly nodded, glancing worriedly at the rearview mirror overhead, noticing Zhao Yunhai with his head bowed, lost in some wild thoughts.
For Zhao Yunhai, after escaping the building, his greatest wish was nothing more than reuniting with his wife and daughter, which was also the pillar of his survival until now.
