Chapter 120
In the lead vehicle of the Northwest Wolf Convoy, Wu Yuan sat in the passenger seat with a grim expression, while the woman behind the wheel silently gnawed on a dry steamed bun.
Even if she could not eat hot pot, enjoying its aroma was nice enough. She could just imagine the rest.
"Do you think I've been a little too nice to the people in the convoy?"
Wu Yuan suddenly asked.
The woman beside him paused, then nodded earnestly. "You really are different from a lot of convoy leaders. Before I was captured and taken to the underground caverns, I was part of a convoy too. Back then, the sequence transcendents called all the shots. Whether we got anything to eat depended entirely on their mood."
At her words, Wu Yuan's expression grew conflicted.
We're all human. Wouldn't it be better to work together and help each other survive?
"Then the people in their convoy probably came from the kind of environment you described, right?" As he spoke, Wu Yuan looked toward the Bus nearby.
But the woman shook her head. "Not necessarily."
"Huh? Isn't that the case?" Wu Yuan froze.
The woman explained very seriously, "They're even more ruthless than the sequence transcendents in my old convoy. At the very least, that white-haired guy isn't someone you want to mess with. And if he can disregard Farstar Fortress, that means his sequence rank isn't low. It's higher than yours, at least!"
Wu Yuan was a Sequence Nine [Guardian]. A rank above him would only be Sequence Eight.
But a Sequence Eight was nowhere near the strongest presence in Farstar Fortress, let alone someone who could ignore its rules.
That white-haired guy clearly knew about Farstar Fortress. If so, he should have known how powerful it was.