"Hey, I'm back." Steve carried a huge bundle on his back, so large that he could not even fit through the door. He untied it at the entrance.
Chen Hai and Matt's conversation came to an end.
They had only been chatting while waiting for the food to return, but Chen Hai could already tell that Matt was practically one of those saintly characters from movies.
If they were ever in a team and faced a crisis, the best course would be to get rid of Matt first.
Otherwise, with his shallow understanding and nowhere to put his bleeding-heart compassion, he would only be used by others to destroy the entire team while still thinking himself noble.
Chen Hai had no particular opinion of Matt.
He did not consider Matt one of his own, nor did he think he would form a team with him to deal with the Bloody Chariot Gang.
"Matt, Andrew, drink some glucose." Steve took out some glucose from the huge pile of food outside and had the two drink some first.
They did not really know whether they should be drinking glucose at a time like this, but Matt and Andrew were both somewhat weak. Replenishing some sugar did not seem like a problem, so Steve had them drink it.
Chen Hai's eyes lit up when he saw the huge amount of food outside, and he walked straight out.
Steve had bought quite a lot of cooked meat.
In the United States, cooked meat was very cheap.
A large bag of raw chicken legs weighing five pounds cost only seven dollars, making the unit price extremely low.
Ready-cooked whole turkeys were even cheaper.
It just was not Halloween, so the supermarket had not stocked many cooked turkeys. Otherwise, buying nothing but the cheapest cooked whole