After hearing this, Chen Pingtou's mind went blank. He thought for a moment and looked up in disbelief at the figures busy arranging the accommodations for the night, not knowing what to say.
Using a two-star monster as a guard means that if there is any disturbance, ordinary people like them will not be able to withstand it.
Damn it, where did President Jiang find such a powerful person?!
Chen Pingtou wasn't stupid. He could naturally tell that the person who punched Brother Ma was the leader among the group, and the two-star monster at the entrance was most likely under her command. If she was willing to help, his daughter might be saved!
However, there were still Tai's confidants present, so it wasn't the right time to speak yet.
Seeing the bustling activity across from them, with even a bonfire already lit, one of Chen Pingtou's underlings timidly asked, "Boss Chen, what are we doing now...?"
Chen Ping slapped the man on the back of the head. "What do you mean, 'what do you mean'? Can't you see it's dark outside? Get some food and water, and get ready to sleep!"
The younger man rubbed the back of his head, looking somewhat aggrieved.
He knew it was getting dark, and he knew he was hungry and thirsty, but...
They found no supplies; the warehouse truly only contained refrigerators and freezers, and was completely empty.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and with that in mind, they came to the freezer warehouse looking for supplies. Unfortunately, there are no miracles in the world, and naturally, they found nothing.
"Boss Chen, this is the last bit of water and compressed biscuits."
Chen Pingtou looked at the somewhat broken packaging and the only drop of water in the bottle, and sighed.
It's compressed biscuits again. He's been eating these for almost two months now, and he's probably sick of them!
But what could be done? Tai-ge didn't like the dry rations; he only liked meat, and he had a huge appetite. He ate almost all the smoked meat. His men were doing alright; they at least had some compressed biscuits. As for the rest of the ordinary people…
I've been eating rice gruel for several days now; it's just keeping me alive.
Thinking of this, the crew-cut man broke off a small piece and put it in his pocket, then pushed it to his underlings, saying, "You guys eat it, I'm not hungry."
"But..." The henchmen looked troubled upon hearing this, wanting to offer some advice but hesitant to speak.
Chen Tou'er said that, but he hadn't eaten anything all day. It was obvious that he wanted to save the biscuits for them. After all, on this trip, only Chen Pingtou had agreed to give Tai Ge a little bit of food and water. They, these insignificant ants, hadn't received anything at all.
While Chen Ping and the others were struggling, Su Luo had already set up the pot, thrown in two bags of hot pot base, and added water.
Afterwards, Su Luo found a few more tomatoes, sliced them, and threw them in. Later, feeling that it wasn't spicy enough, he even added some Sichuan peppercorns. In an instant, the aroma of the hot pot spread far and wide, quickly reaching the area around the crew-cut group.
"Frog Fun, what's that? It smells so good!"
"It smells like hot pot! Am I hallucinating from hunger? I can actually smell such a realistic hot pot aroma!"
"Dream my ass!" Chen Pingtou said speechlessly, pointing in Su Luo's direction. There, a group of people were gathered around a large pot, enjoying hot pot!
The moment they saw it clearly, Chen Pingtou's henchmen's eyes widened in disbelief.
No way, it really is hot pot!
In this apocalyptic world, people can still eat hot pot?! Several people standing next to Chen Pingtou couldn't help but shed tears of longing.
Envy, jealousy, and even a touch of pathetic urge to defect. Look at that woman's teammates—all so energetic, well-fed and watered—they hardly seem like people from the apocalypse.
Look at them again. Although they look fierce, they are covered in wounds, emaciated, and exhausted. They are incomparable!
"If you want to eat it, go and steal it!"
As Ma Ge slowly stood up from the ground, rubbing his head, he glared fiercely at Su Luo, his anger almost tangible.
This was the first time he had ever been knocked down by a woman with a single punch, and in front of so many people. If word got out, where would he put his face?
"Rob?" Chen Ping looked at Brother Ma with amusement, thinking to himself, how stupid is this guy? Can't he see what's going on? He still wants to go up and rob him?
"How are you going to steal it? With your skills that would get you blown apart with a single punch?"
"You!" Brother Ma angrily grabbed Chen Pingtou by the collar and dragged him in front of him. Several of Chen Pingtou's men also stood up and tried to smooth things over.
"Boss Chen, Brother Ma, we're all family, there's no need for infighting at this critical juncture!"
"Yes, yes, Brother Ma, we're all on the same side. Let's sit down and get through this together!"
Upon hearing this, Brother Ma pretended to reluctantly let go, but his eyes remained fixed on Su Luo.
...
"Miss Su, someone has been watching you over there." While picking up some food, Jiang Yingxue whispered in Su Luo's ear.
“Yes, I know.” Su Luo nodded. It was clear that there were also disagreements within that group. Chen Pingtou and his few underlings were more united, while the big, burly man seemed to be on the other side.
"That guy is called Brother Ma. He's one of Brother Tai's confidants. He's very good at fighting, but he's not very bright." Jiang Yingxue quickly summarized. After all, she had been a manager, so she naturally knew this basic information.
Su Luo nodded. Jiang Yingxue's words further solidified Su Luo's idea. He then asked someone to get a few small battery-operated fans from the car and blew them in all directions towards the sizzling pot. In an instant, the aroma in the warehouse spread further and became even stronger.
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