The party in the core area was still going on.
No one cared about the negotiation between Ye Fan and Jiang Army people. In the eyes of those business guild members, those Adventurers were just barbarians.
As long as they could maintain their luxurious lifestyle, they didn't want to care about others.
In this apocalyptic world, people's hearts had a kind of morbidity. They weren't really at ease inside, worrying that this kind of life could end overnight, or they might die at any moment.
So they lived for the moment and parties like this were held frequently.
After all, there were so many survivors supporting them. Their lives were superior, and they were engrossed in it.
In the domain of the Heavy Truck Corps, they were the nobility.
No one dared cause trouble in the territory of the nobility.
The leader of the Heavy Truck Corps, Mu Haiyang, sat there sipping red wine, his gaze occasionally fell on Zhao Xiaoman.
This woman was too unruly, repeatedly rejecting his kindness.
