The golden retriever was pretty obedient and had the makings of a turncoat. Once Chen Luo put it on a leash, it followed him away.
Ye Gaofei had plenty of supplies, enough to feed four thousand people for ten days.
There were also plenty of snacks and drinks, with Red Bull making up the largest share.
There were over seven hundred cases of it.
Seeing that the loading was nearly finished, Chen Luo ordered, "Everyone, take two cans of Red Bull to drink on the way. Let's head home."
With just over two hundred people, Chen Luo had fought Ye Gaofei's force of over two thousand and looted his base.
And not a single one of his people had died. Could you believe it?
Quality mattered more than quantity.
Chen Luo's only regret was that Long Yu had disappeared somewhere, but he would turn up with a little searching.
It was already two in the morning when they returned to the base.
But Zhao Hai's people were still there.
Chen Luo smiled. "Thanks, Brother Hai. Bring your core followers over for a barbecue this afternoon."
The beef they had brought back from the market's cold storage had already started to taste a little off. If they didn't eat it soon, it would probably stink by the time it reached their mouths.
There was still plenty left. Since Chen Luo was quite pleased with how the battle had gone, he might as well treat the members to another barbecue feast.
The beef was a secret. Anyone who found out about it would be hard-pressed not to get ideas, but who would dare come after Chen Luo's base?
Zhao Hai didn't linger over pleasantries. He took his people home. It was so late that he was tired too.
Someone wasn't tired, though.