The Luo Family Squad's slave system!

The two convoys still kept eighty to a hundred meters apart, and a small table had been set up between them.

The Luo Family Convoy brought out a gas cylinder and a matching stove, along with soaked wood ear mushrooms, dried tofu sticks, instant noodle cakes, and other ingredients. There were six or seven kinds altogether, all in generous quantities.

The most eye-catching item among them was a fish that had been deboned and sliced.

Luo Fan, Niu Dagang, and Zhao Chunfeng came over as well.

Luo Dahai and his son carefully examined the ingredients Niu Dagang carried, and surprise appeared on both their faces.

Drinks like the cola and beer they had brought were nothing unusual.

Things like ham were not strange either.

What made both men get straight to their feet was the large pile of Baby Bok Choy.

The Baby Bok Choy looked so fresh and tender that it seemed to have just been picked.

At the sight of that patch of Baby Bok Choy, both father and son looked toward the Hope Convoy.

Could the Hope Convoy actually grow vegetables while fleeing for their lives?

For groups of survivors on the run, producing food like bread and ham was normal.

But producing fresh meat was difficult. After all, everyone knew Fierce Beasts could not be eaten. Eating them would cause people to mutate.

The hardest things to obtain, naturally, were fresh vegetables and fruit.

"Captain Zhao, your Hope Convoy actually has fresh Baby Bok Choy? Did you come across a vegetable patch on the road?" Luo Dahai could not help asking as he looked at the large pile of vibrant green Baby Bok Choy.

"These days, even if there were a vegetable patch, wouldn't the Fierce Beasts have pretty much ruined it?" Zhao Chunfeng shook his head at Luo Dahai's astonishment.

That was all he said in reply. Zhao Chunfeng offered no further answer.

Of course, the main reason was that Zhao Chunfeng himself could not explain it.

Heaven knew how shocked he had been when Luo Fan had brought out that half kilo of Baby Bok Choy.

Sure enough, greens that cost three yuan per half kilo in the Mall System are a rarity in this apocalypse.

Fresh vegetables were essential for hot pot, so Luo Fan had spent three yuan to buy half a kilo of Baby Bok Choy.

They had not only stunned Niu Dagang and Zhao Chunfeng. The Luo father and son were clearly shaken too.

"What kind of meat is this?"

Everyone seated there was a Sequence User. At first, the Luo father and son had been drawn to the pile of Baby Bok Choy, but once they sat down, their attention fell on the meat.

Their perception as Sequence Users clearly told them this was no ordinary meat. It contained an energy that was very enticing.

"This is meat from a ranked Fierce Beast, a Fire Rotbird. It doesn't taste great, but these days, getting a bite of fresh meat isn't easy," Zhao Chunfeng explained.

A ranked Fierce Beast?!

Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Chunfeng's words, the Luo father and son exchanged looks, horror appearing on their faces.

The people in the Hope Convoy could kill ranked Fierce Beasts?

"Does your convoy have a Professional Sequence User?" Luo Dahai looked carefully at Zhao Chunfeng and the other two, clearly trying to work out which of them was a Professional Sequence User.

After all, only specialized Sequence Users could hunt ranked Fierce Beasts. That was practically a law.

"Let's eat. It's not easy to meet other living people in this apocalypse."

With no intention of explaining further, Zhao Chunfeng added the hot pot base, then put in a leaf of greens. After briefly cooking it, he popped it into his mouth.

That was the taste. How long had it been since he had eaten fresh vegetables?

Seeing Zhao Chunfeng's manner, the Luo father and son did not continue probing. They reached for the Baby Bok Choy with their chopsticks too.

"By the way, this little girl's surname is An? Why hasn't she said anything?" Luo Fan looked curiously at the quiet girl of seven or eight beside them.

For a girl her age, she was strangely quiet.

Besides, she seemed not to have interacted with the Luo father and son at all.

"Ah, this child has had a hard life."

At Luo Fan's question, Luo Dahai sighed. "Little An and her mother used to depend on each other, but last month, her mother died at the hands of an anomaly. I'm a kindhearted man. Naturally, I couldn't bear to see such a little girl left all alone, so I took her with me."

"Anyway, just sitting here eating isn't much fun. How about some entertainment?"

"There are a few girls in my squad who used to study dance."

As he spoke, Luo Dahai called out toward his group.

Then three pretty young women came over. Luo Dahai fished some food out of the hot pot and tossed it over.

The three girls immediately dropped to the ground and ate.

Once they had finished the food on the ground, the three girls stood up, forced stiff smiles onto their faces, and did their best to sway their bodies.

Many survivors from the Hope Convoy were naturally watching the people eating hot pot. The scene on the Luo Family Squad's side gave them all a fright.

The Luo Family Squad was practically a slave society. Had all the other survivors become slaves kept by the Luo father and son?

The entertainment did not end there. After the three girls had danced for a while, Luo Xiaohai waved a hand roughly, saying there was nothing worth watching in dancing, and cut them off.

The three girls huddled together, looking at Luo Xiaohai in terror. They were clearly utterly afraid of him.

"You three, roll back where you came from," Luo Xiaohai said irritably with a wave.

The three girls looked relieved at his words. Then they actually rolled along the ground back toward the Luo Family Squad.

Next, Luo Xiaohai dragged out two adult men and tossed two palm-sized pieces of bread onto the ground.

"Whichever one of you kills the other gets both pieces of bread," Luo Xiaohai said with a wide grin.

After looking at the bread on the ground, the two men exchanged a glance, then lunged at each other like wild beasts.

"Heh heh heh, now this is what men should be watching." As though watching two gladiators fight to the death in an arena, Luo Xiaohai laughed in intense excitement.

Beside him, Niu Dagang frowned slightly at the sight.

Zhao Chunfeng, however, remained calm as he chatted and laughed with Luo Dahai.

"Brother Luo, what have you encountered along the way?" Zhao Chunfeng asked, taking the initiative to exchange information.

The two drew together, each sharing some of what he had seen and heard.

"Hello. Don't you like cola?" Luo Fan looked curiously at the seven- or eight-year-old An Xiaoran before him and asked.

Beer was naturally out of the question, but what about cola? She showed no intention of touching it either. She simply held her chopsticks and quietly ate the food in the hot pot, slowly, paying no attention to anyone. Even when the Luo father and son spoke to her, she did not answer.

Something stirred in Luo Fan's mind. It seemed this little girl had a very poor relationship with the Luo father and son.

Then should I try making a good impression? Getting on a child's good side shouldn't be difficult, right?

A Sequence User from the other convoy-if I could win her over...

With that thought, Luo Fan opened the shop and spent another three yuan on a carton of plain milk.

"Here, try this?" Luo Fan inserted the straw into the milk carton and offered it to her.

Looking at the carton of milk presented to her, the little girl paused.

Then she leaned her head closer, gently sniffed at the straw, and took a sip. After that, she held on to the carton without putting it down.

After drinking half the carton in one go, the little girl lowered the milk in her hand and looked at Luo Fan. Her young, clear voice rang out. "Thank... you..."