Envy
"Fuck, it's Old Shi! I must be hallucinating because I'm starving, right?"
"That's definitely him! It's him!"
"Did he finally make it over?"
"Could it be that the Canada operation team got trapped in here too?"
"Just now... that wasn't thunder. That was artillery fire, wasn't it? Those people from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association can't take a joke, can they?"
"This is going too far! Let's fight them! By the way, did they bring any food? If everyone starves together, now that would be hilarious!"
...Seeing the conversation veer farther and farther off topic into some unknown corner, Mei Jiaping, leader of the America operation team, shouted toward Cheng Lihui, leader of the Canada operation team, who had come to meet them.
"Everyone, come out! It's safe now, and we have food!"
The first two sentences were unimportant. The last one was what mattered.
The moment they heard there was food, everyone hiding deep inside the factory rushed out in a great, noisy mass. They were a group of foul-smelling middle-aged and elderly men and women.
There were also several injured people inside who needed others to support them before they could move.
Fortunately, Wizards generally knew a fair bit of traditional Chinese medicine. Even those who had learned the Unorthodox Style had no shortage of practical experience.
"One compressed biscuit and one bottle of water per person. Don't eat more than that!"
Group Leader Mei Jiaping took the green metal case of compressed rations from Li Bai and handed out individually wrapped compressed biscuits.
For a normal person, the calories provided by such a small biscuit were enough to count as a meal, and then some. There was no need to worry about not having enough to eat. If anything, the concern was that they might overeat.