The woman walking toward them looked to be in her thirties, a woman's finest years.
Compared with women around twenty, she had a little more maturity.
But compared with women in their forties, she was a little younger.
She had an air of grace and grandeur. Before the Apocalypse, seeing someone with such a bearing would have been nothing strange.
After all, given society's structure before the Apocalypse, it was hardly unusual for women of high status to possess such an air.
But here in the Apocalypse, when almost everyone was fleeing for their lives, this woman's regal bearing felt utterly out of place.
More importantly, was this woman traveling alone in the midst of the Apocalypse?
She had to at least be a powerful Sequence User, right?
"Everyone, it seems I'm in luck. To think I'd run into a group at New Year's! Would you mind letting me join you for a meal?"
"Don't worry, I won't eat for free."
"I'm an excellent cook," the regal woman said to the members of the Hope Convoy.
No one answered her. Instead, they all turned their eyes toward Luo Fan.
Clearly, in a situation like this, it still came down to how Luo Fan chose to respond.
"Ma'am, what should we call you?" Luo Fan did not rush to give her a direct answer. After a brief silence, he asked his question.
"Must we know each other to share a chance encounter? A name is just a label. If you'll have me, I'll stay. If not, I'll leave. Be decisive."
The woman answered, looking as though she found Luo Fan rather displeasing.
She thought Luo Fan was far too fussy for a man.
"Heh, in that case, please leave." Hearing her words, Luo Fan promptly showed her the door.
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