Lu Chen sat down, "Are you going yourself?"
"Yes, that batch of materials was explored by Meng Hao's people but they failed to secure it—the national weapons depot. We don't even know its location, right?"
Su Mo poured herself a glass of water and took a sip, "That's strange. If none of you know about it, how does Meng Hao know?"
"The power of money. Before the apocalypse, Meng Hao had dealt in arms trading with the government," Rong Bai said calmly, "I've heard a bit about it too."
"He was also the only legal arms dealer; otherwise, how could he have survived the apocalypse?"
That made it easier to understand.
Su Mo kept quiet, just looking at Lu Chen.
He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "If you go, does that mean you're leaving the mess at the refugee camp to me?"
Rong Bai nodded, "You've helped me a lot. I'll take on this danger, and please look after the refugee camp for me."
