As Lin Feng shouted out his inquiry, many heads popped out from nearly a hundred dilapidated vehicles in the area.
The wanderers looked at each other, and after several seconds, a Tier One Mid-Stage Evolver stepped forward, raised his hand, and said:
"It's mine."
Lin Feng lowered the shell casing he held and glanced at him, and the latter immediately understood and approached.
He stopped ten meters in front of Lin Feng, removed the hood from his head, and revealed his face.
He was a scruffy, unkempt middle-aged man.
The typical appearance of most wanderers.
They have been wandering in the wasteland for years, barely managing to solve water problems, their situation slightly better than deserters on the outskirts of Oasis Town, and probably find it hard to take a bath for years.
The middle-aged man introduced himself with slight excitement:
"Reporting to you, I presented this."
"My name is Ma Chenfeng, a Tier One Mid-Stage Evolver, and I'm also the leader of a convoy."
