From the very beginning, Wang Meng had given off an untrustworthy air, as though he had approached them with some ulterior motive.
But after getting to know him, Lin Yi realized he had been overthinking things.
To put it plainly, Wang Meng was, in some ways, just like him.
Lin Yi wanted to survive.
Wang Meng, meanwhile, wanted to hold on to the hope in his heart.
He hoped to stay alive with a good convoy, to reach the final settlement, and, most of all, to see the world return to the way it had been.
Those were the hopes Wang Meng held in his heart, and the reason he was willing to entrust them to the Survival Rules Convoy.
He could be called the most clearheaded person in the convoy.
Even though he had joined alongside the Shen Sisters, he had chosen to trust the convoy from the very beginning.
That was where he had the edge over the Shen Sisters.
Lin Yi looked at the spare key in his hand, then got up and walked over to the Huolala truck. He opened the cargo compartment and checked the supplies inside.
After just one lunch, more than ten bags of the rice he had brought from Peace Town were gone!
"Zhang Wei!"
Lin Yi turned and called out to Crippled Dragon's underlings.
The underlings, who had just returned from searching for gasoline, exchanged glances. Then their leader, Zhang Wei, hurried over.
"Lin Yi, what do you need?"
"Do you know how much rice we used for lunch?" Lin Yi asked, standing beside the Huolala truck.
Zhang Wei thought back, then said, "About fifty jin. There are a lot of people, but supplies are limited, so we have to ration them."
Fifty-odd jin?
The rice bags at the front held