"Looks like everyone's getting ready to leave. What about you and Barbara?"
Watching people head for the supermarket entrance in twos and threes, preparing to move the heavy objects blocking it and leave without even discussing it with the others, David still showed some concern for Deathstroke.
"We've been running all this time, and we're exhausted. Besides, we're outsiders, so we'll be resting in the supermarket for a while longer."
Telling such a lie, Su Ming smiled as he bid the family farewell. Standing atop the checkout counter, he called out to the departing crowd, "Want more Deep Sea Fish Oil? If you do, you can have it all. Go look for it! The Wilson Group's pharmaceutical warehouse—every treasure is stored there. That is the One Piece."
The middle-aged man beside him craned his neck and wore an expression full of question marks. Holding his wife and child close while rubbing the goosebumps from their arms, he gave an awkward smile. "True, you should get some proper rest. I was going to invite you siblings to travel with our family, find an RV and hit the road together, but it seems you really do need to rest."
Hearing that, Deathstroke pretended to be puzzled. "You aren't planning to look for more fish oil like the others? Why look for an RV instead?"
"I want to take them out of this town, somewhere that isn't shrouded in Gray Mist."
Still smiling awkwardly, David looked at his wife. She hesitated for a moment, then stroked their child's head and nodded to her husband. Only after receiving her support did he continue, "I don't know what things are like outside, or whether the entire United States is covered in Mist. But I do know that my son can't grow up in an environment