With the three-ribbed propulsion system providing powerful torque, the Da Yang Ship completed a turn on the water with a single rise and fall of its bow and stern.
The survivors, who had only just escaped disaster, instantly grew tense again, afraid they would be mistaken for attack targets.
This was also the current reality of survival in the wasteland.
Under absolute military force, ordinary survivors had not the slightest bit of human rights.
In a situation like this, if they were dealing with a powerful faction, it would have directly forced civilian boats to the front to scout the way. How could it possibly spare these natural "shields"?
Unexpectedly, however, the escort ship did not repeat its earlier behavior and seek people out for information.
Instead, it headed straight for a boat on the water with a very specific purpose.
Only then did all the survivors realize that although their boats carried quite a lot of supplies, covered with tarps or weeds to conceal them and making them look like enormous heaps,
the supplies on this boat were even more outrageously abundant—almost more than three times those of a normal vessel.
Were they planning to prey on the rich?
Amid the murmurs and guesses, the escort ship stopped steadily in front of the small boat.
Huang Renyi leaned over the deck, glanced with a beaming smile at the man at the bow who had just been baring his teeth in a grin, and said, "We've temporarily requisitioned your boat. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"
"What?"
The two men at the bow were instantly shocked, their expressions turning ugly.
"Do you have a problem?" Huang Renyi tapped the railing with one finger, then jerked his chin toward the soldiers beside him.
Very quickly, several cold rifles