After inspecting the area where humans had once settled, everyone entered the mobile safe fortress. The expressions on their faces were not relaxed, even Chi Shaolong, who usually showed no emotional fluctuations, furrowed his brows, his face turning even colder.
Song Yuhang played with the military knife in his hand, looking serious, "The humans we encounter here might be here for the same purpose as us. If we meet them, it might be difficult to distinguish enemies from friends!"
"It's not difficult to distinguish; they are definitely enemies, not friends!"
As Zhang Ling peeled a fruit, she interjected. Recently, the group had abundant fruit supplies, all thanks to Zhang Ling's monkey helpers who were now frolicking and chasing around in the mobile safe fortress.
"Why do you say that?" Lin Shuangshuang casually placed the peeled fruit into the plate in front of Zhang Ling and picked up another fruit, peeling it while asking.
