"What's all this for? Canned sardines?" Lu Fan commented, but nobody picked up on his remark. Even Yu Deye, who seemed carefree, had brows heavy with worry that couldn't be dispersed.
The room was too crowded with newbies; it had come to the point where people were rubbing shoulders. Due to Tang Zheng's violent behavior, they dared not get close, leaving a space and making the newcomers press even closer together.
"Bastard, who's touching my ass?" a woman abruptly shouted, only to quickly shut her mouth, fearing being singled out by the Conquerors.
"Divide up the firearms," Li Xinlan commanded as she handed an M4A1 carbine to Tang Zheng, along with several ammo clips.
"Where have you been? How could you get your hands on firearms?" Dong Zixuan was curious, given that these were American goods. Holding a Remington shotgun, she was reluctant to put it down.
