"Hope Convoy, Luo Fan."
Luo Fan watched the man approaching him, taking in the sword cradled in his arms, and silently wondered, With a weapon like that, is he in the melee sequence? Or the assassination sequence?
"Elite Squad, Han Shanzhong," the cold-faced man introduced himself in turn.
"What brings you to this park?" Luo Fan asked directly.
"We stopped by to collect water," Han Shanzhong replied.
At that, he hesitated briefly, then glanced at the Hope Convoy's fuel tanker. "Of course, if possible, it would be even better if we could trade for some gasoline."
"Trade? What can you offer?"
Once two convoys were on equal footing in their dealings, trading to meet each other's needs was very worthwhile.
It was only because so many people had phones now that exchanging intelligence was not also essential.
"It looks like you don't need Fierce Beast Meat."
"Our convoy has quite a few uncanny artifacts."
"Would you be interested?"
Han Shanzhong glanced at the tier-two Fierce Beast Luo Fan had killed almost instantly. After a moment's thought, he named the more valuable things he could offer for trade.
Uncanny artifacts? Enough to trade? Are they spoils from killing people in other groups and taking their loot? Or does their squad have someone in the relevant sequence? Luo Fan's eyebrows rose slightly at this, and he wondered to himself.
"We don't have much gasoline either, but our squad has plenty of fresh vegetables and fruit," Luo Fan answered after a moment's thought.
Indeed, the tanker had only been half full to begin with, holding about 1,000 liters.
After so many days on the road, the convoy really did not have much fuel left. If he could not buy gasoline through the mall system, Luo Fan would not have been willing to sell