Leng Yebai stood in front of Bai Xiqin, his eyes cold beyond compare, his fingertips vaguely wrapped in black purple lightning.
"Sis, it's him, he's Brother Shui."
Bai Yifan ran breathless to Bai Xiqin's side, pointing at the fattest one in front.
There were a total of five people ahead, and visually, each weighed over two hundred pounds.
And the big fat man with a cheap smile on his face was Brother Shui.
His chubby head was round, sparse hair revealing his scalp, and his neck had layers of rolls of flesh.
This reminded Bai Xiqin of the big fat pig her grandparents raised when she was a child, just the same kind.
"You're that kid's sister?"
Brother Shui licked the corner of his mouth, squinting at Bai Xiqin behind Leng Yebai.
He had only caught a glimpse of Bai Xiqin's clothes, yet his eyes brightened.
After the apocalypse, it's hard to see a woman with such fair and clean skin.
Most women in the apocalypse sold their bodies for food.
