As his voice fell, two scenes took shape outside White Mountain Town.
On one side were the Survivors pretending to pack up while excitedly discussing what life would be like after they left. On the other stood Yuan Feng and Mo Ling behind Lin An, their expressions strange.
The two of them opened their mouths with some amusement, yet had no idea what to say.
If Lin An did not count as an important figure, then no one in the entire China War Zone did.
The town chief before them probably still held the mindset from before the apocalypse, thinking Dragon Security had sent some low-ranking soldier to contact them, just as officials had gone out to provide disaster relief before the apocalypse.
After being trapped here in prolonged stability, they had already lost their basic understanding of the apocalypse.
Too lazy to waste words, Lin An smiled with interest at the smug town chief, who clearly believed he had spoken with perfect propriety.
These people actually gave him a long-lost sense of familiarity.
"I am Lin An. Just name your conditions."
Lin An spoke calmly and had no intention of concealing his identity. His Mental Strength firmly locked onto every Awakener.
They stood facing each other.
The town chief had just turned his head, intending to say something to his subordinates behind him. Upon hearing those words, he instinctively turned back, squeezed out an unconcerned smile, and nodded.
"Oh, so you're Comrade Lin An. I've long admired you—"
Hmm!?
The middle-aged man had been speaking in his habitual polite manner, but halfway through his words, his expression suddenly froze. As if he had just thought of something, his open mouth remained fixed on his face while his expression changed repeatedly like a stage performer changing masks.
Those two sudden