Zhao Kai and Gu Feng's group really had bad luck.
They were seated at the same table as the people from the Martial King Pavilion.
Before they had eaten a few bites, they looked up to see that the grilled fish on the table had already been devoured.
Even the fish heads had been taken by Yuan Rui.
Zhao Kai and his group were dumbfounded.
"Damn, you guys... How long have you people from Martial King Pavilion gone without food?"
Zhao Kai couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, his face full of sorrow.
The Martial King Pavilion was one of the four major shelters after all, did they have to eat like this?
They had no idea that the people from the four major shelters had fled to the mountains in the first month of the flood.
Since then, they had completely bid farewell to modern urban life, living in caves and coexisting with mutant beasts every day.
They had almost forgotten how delicious pre-packaged food could be.
