They were both unusually polite when they first met.
However, Bao Lei could not figure out the other party's background or what purpose this group of outsiders had in coming to contact him.
Zhang Long, on the other hand, wanted to analyze him through their conversation and discover his true background.
After several rounds of probing, neither of them got the result they wanted.
Bao Lei changed tack and went straight to the point. "I assume you already understood the relay station's current situation before coming here. So, let's be frank. If the Tundra Fleet needs help from the Security Team, why not just say so?"
"Captain Bao is refreshingly straightforward." Zhang Long nodded, then smiled. "To be honest, we need a detailed New Continent Map—preferably one that includes the spheres of influence of the various forces."
"Just a map?"
Bao Lei leaned forward slightly and scrutinized Zhang Long from head to toe. Although his suspicion was obvious, it was not offensive.
A detailed New Continent Map was the main reason most people stayed at the relay station.
It could not only help unaffiliated survivors avoid dangerous places, but also help various forces make better decisions about where to go.
However, there were too many forces possessing maps at the Giant Tree Root Relay Station.
If the Tundra Fleet truly needed a map, the first people they should have approached were those three forces of ten thousand people.
Not the Security Team, which had only five hundred members and an almost negligible status.
"Of course. I believe the map in Captain Bao's hands is more accurate, and its range is probably greater too. It might even contain details about the internal circumstances of certain forces, right?" Zhang Long's expression remained calm.
Before coming, he had dispatched people to investigate the