Before he could snap out of his daze, Deathstroke, who was using Batwoman's name, took the initiative to ask, "Why aren't you taking any medicine? I saw they were all eager to claim it for themselves."
"Medicine is meant to be used after people get hurt. Getting hurt while fighting over medicine is pretty ridiculous." Realizing he had drifted off during the conversation, the man smiled awkwardly. "I think everyone should help each other. If anyone gets hurt again, nobody will just stand by and watch them die. Everyone in town is a good person."
"I don't know about that. Look over there." As if performing a magic trick, Su Ming produced a flashlight and shone it toward the supermarket's refrigerated section.
A figure was immediately exposed. The person raised a hand to shield their face, trying to escape the sudden glare, but their eyes had already been dazzled.
Apparently, there was more than one clever person in the supermarket. While everyone else fought over medicine, someone had quietly gone to gather food that could be stored easily—sausages, canned goods, and the like.
David clearly recognized that person. He seemed about to call out, but in the end, he merely opened his mouth without making a sound and chose silence.
In this situation, all he could do was look after his own family. If he got into a conflict with someone else and violence broke out, creating consequences, what would happen to his wife and child?
"Maybe I don't know my neighbors as well as I thought."
He made a joke to brush the matter aside and even pulled his wife away so she would not look in that direction.
The person stealing canned food clutched an armful of supplies and hurriedly disappeared into the darkness.
"You're a good man,