"Psst-psst-psst-psst..."
"Hey, reward for you."
A piece of roasted, rotting meat was tossed onto Yan Huan's lap, still holding the lingering warmth of being heated up.
"Huh? Meat? Intact meat?"
Sitting in his wheelchair, Yan Huan curiously picked up the chunk of meat and sniffed it.
This piece of meat seemed to have been roasted and left sitting for a while, but judging by the scent, red wine and other seasonings had been added during cooking...
In a ghost town like this, not only was there meat to eat, but it even came with seasonings.
Rich folks!
Yan Huan immediately turned his head and asked Blade:
"Isn't this inner city way better than the outer city? Look at this... I just got here and someone is giving me meat."
"Big bro, even if you have to go to work, you should at least come to a place like this."
According to March 7th's description, that previous factory basically treated people like beasts of burden.
The outer city smelled everywhere of garbage and rust, but this inner city was different.
"Make way, make way!"
A garbage truck drove straight toward Yan Huan, and Yan Huan grabbed the wheel rims and hastily dodged out of the way.
The garbage truck brushed past him, then drove through the city gate and dumped a load of waste onto the garbage mountain outside the city.
"You really think the inside is better than the outside?"
Blade stood to the side with his arms crossed, a look of disdain on his face.
"Dare to kill a resident."
"?" Yan Huan's eyes widened, and March 7th was dumbfounded too.
What did he just say, shrimp?
"Are you talking about shrimp fried rice?" March 7th asked uncertainly.
"I'm talking about a murderer." Blade's expression was expressionless.
"Strictly speaking,