Wangjiang Park.
This was where Jin Yuanjiang's base stood. It was a good location, close to a water source.
Jin Yuanjiang drank three bowls of rice porridge with a packet of pickled vegetables, calling that dinner.
That's right, this was dinner for a level-five powerhouse. Of course, if Jin Yuanjiang could bring himself to splurge, he could still eat good stuff like the ham sausages and grilled sausages they had stored away.
As for whether the ham sausages would expire after being stored too long, that wasn't something worth worrying about after the Apocalypse. As long as they didn't kill you, they were fine.
Jin Yuanjiang strolled over to a railing, felt around in his pocket, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
He frowned. Empty.
He was about to head back inside to get some cigarettes from his stash.
A man walked over and said respectfully, "Brother Jiang, have one of mine."
The man was Song Ling, one of Zhao Hai's subordinates.
Chen Luo had shown that he thought highly of Jin Yuanjiang, so Zhao Hai had sent his most capable subordinate.
Song Ling was reliable, sharp, and very good at reading people.
Song Ling pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and Jin Yuanjiang's eyes lit up. "Furongwang! Good stuff. I searched all over and couldn't find any."
This was Jin Yuanjiang's favorite brand, but supplies were scarce.
Song Ling lit one for him, and Jin Yuanjiang took a blissful drag.
Song Ling took the opportunity to slip the entire pack into Jin Yuanjiang's hand.
Jin Yuanjiang accepted without fuss and laughed. "Song, I've got your back from now on. If you have any trouble, just tell me. I always keep my word."
Song Ling gave him a thumbs-up. "Brother Jiang, everyone in the base knows what kind of