Ye Li listened to the same voice message from beginning to end.
I have a general idea of this guy's personality and image: polite, but not much.
Moreover, he's probably the kind of hot-tempered, brute who could be holding a book one second and throwing it at someone's head the next.
However, Ye Li became somewhat interested in the useful information this guy was talking about.
The survivors who were arguing with this guy in the chat channel also chose to remain silent.
Clearly, despite their grumbling, they still wanted to learn more about the world.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
These eight words have long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of every Chinese person.
Some even asked urgently, "What information?"
"Dude, stop being a riddle-maker, okay?"
"Just say what you know, it's a contribution to us survivors!"
The chat channel erupted into another argument.
However, the information refresh rate is much slower than before.
Clearly, many people are waiting for news from him.
After all, judging from the fact that this person was holding a robot head in his hand, he was indeed in danger.
Perhaps, they really do know something.
Amidst a barrage of rapidly refreshing messages, that guy finally sent another message.
The message was sent in text format: Do not approach other survivors' vehicles easily, because the person sitting inside the vehicle may not be a human.
One survivor, whether due to a momentary lapse in judgment or simply a lack of common sense, directly messaged, "What does this mean?"
The guy sighed, saying in a tone of utter disappointment, "Damn it, I told you to read more books, but you insist on feeding pigs. Didn't your Chinese teacher teach you reading comprehension and open-minded thinking?"
"Um... I only went to feed pigs because my family was too poor to go to school!"
The survivor said with a pitiful expression.
"Holy crap? The people upstairs really are feeding pigs?"
"Of course, my family has been feeding pigs for eighteen generations."
"That's a family that's been raising pigs for generations..."
"We wouldn't call ourselves a prestigious family, we're more like petit-bourgeois, petit-bourgeois..."
The survivor's voice was filled with laughter, and he sounded very proud.
"etc……"
"Has it gone off track?"
"Shouldn't we be discussing survival and the world's crisis right now? How did we end up talking about pig farming?"
"Oh right, where were we in the discussion?"
"That guy just said not to get too close to other survivors' vehicles..."
"Oh right, I wasn't going to get close anyway."
While some survivors continued to joke around, others took it seriously and asked, "Is there a monster driving the same car as us survivors, mixed in with our team?"
Bingo~
That guy seemed quite talkative, and continued messaging: "Not only that, these robots are very decisive, without the slightest hesitation, they just draw their guns and shoot, and they're very accurate. If you dare to lower the window, by the time you react, the bullets will have already blown your skulls off."
Upon seeing the message, a female survivor immediately burst into tears: "Waaah, this is terrifying! How are we supposed to do business now?! /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~"
"Hehehe, you can use your beauty to seduce those robots. Maybe one of the males will take a liking to you?"
"Most importantly, those robots' sticks are made of iron, that'll be awesome!"
"So, if the robot gets really excited, do you think it will shoot out gold or gasoline?"
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