Ye Fan heard the grumbling of the stout man and was so angry he wanted to turn a blind eye and let him truly understand what terror means.
But what the stout man said next made him abandon that thought.
The stout man performed an ancient gesture of respect to Ye Fan and the others; he cupped his fist in his hand.
"Friends, I am really happy to see you. I, Chen Hao, have not seen such a spirited group of survivors since the apocalypse began. Well, well! The ladies are pretty, and the men are handsome."
Ye Fan nodded slightly, thinking that Chen Hao was quite a talker.
Before he could speak, Chen Hao continued: "May I ask where you all come from? Who is your leader? It's possible we've heard of each other on the broadcast."
Standing in the middle, Ye Fan puffed out his chest: "I am Ye Fan, Commander-in-Chief of the Dawn Army."
Chen Hao was momentarily stunned: "The Dawn Army? Is it that troop in Chengguan Town, the one that trades materials for gold and silver?"
"Exactly."
