"Old Xu! You can't..."
Raising his hand to signal Wen Quanxin not to speak yet, Old Xu repeated the question again.
Old Zhao looked around at everyone's expressions, then honestly replied, "We can give them, but if we do, our own supplies will become tight."
"Understood!" Xu Renjie, having taken stock mentally, nodded, then again propped his chin as if contemplating something.
Seeing that the survivors weren't speaking, Ye Hao felt a bit awkward being left aside: "I guess, if it really doesn't work, forget it. Old Xu, don't stress over it. I'll find a way myself later on."
As soon as these words were out, Xu Renjie immediately lifted his head and spoke with a very serious expression: "That's not right, don't say you and I are both military people. Just from the standpoint of human nature, I have no reason to just let it go, right?"
Righteous and upright, Old Xu's words sounded quite official.
