"Captain Zhao, just two people are enough to send us to the road we were on earlier, you don't all need to..."
Su Xiangzhe saw that Zhao Nian and his group were preparing to send them off with full force, and couldn't help but worry about the 1000 pounds of supplies being left behind. Although it was just a few dozen bags of grain, it was still quite a substantial amount.
"It's fine, we will all go."
Zhao Nian didn't even give a second glance at the supplies on the ground, stating firmly. The rest only briefly glanced at Old Wang's group without saying anything.
"Let's go."
Huang Yunxiang urged.
Right now, she just wanted to leave before nightfall. With the oil drums in hand, finding a remote place to enter the Space for rest was the priority.
Watching all the survivors coming out to see them off, Su Jin didn't feel the slightest warmth. Their farewell seemed more like observation, as if they were waiting for something.
