The storage room was full of food: instant noodles, compressed biscuits, pre-cooked meal packages... It was packed, all stored in the freezer.
This food was enough for Duan Donghuo to last a very long time.
Duan Donghuo was very satisfied with Wen Xishu's reaction:
"After eating this for a long time... you might feel it tastes bad, but at least it can keep me alive. I actually am a fan of apocalypse stories. I used to participate in free fighting, won the championship, and also won an Olympic shooting championship. After making some money, I became afraid of death."
"I figured I had to stock up on something with my money. Something that could keep me from starving for a long time."
"Along with my love for survival games, I always fantasized that my shooting and fighting skills would allow me to carve a bloody path in the apocalypse and find various supplies."
