Yang Yong rolled his eyes at him and mercilessly called his bluff. "Oh, give it a rest."
"A scheming bastard like you would stay here waiting to die if you really couldn't beat them?"
"You'd have taken your people and made a run for it long ago, faster than a rabbit."
Cao Xianming chuckled and offered no argument.
Just then, a figure in a flashy magician's tailcoat came wobbling over from the direction of the enormous, menacing Steam Train, riding a flying carpet covered in black cloth.
His voice arrived before he did.
"Captain Cao! Where's the item we agreed to trade?"
The moment Zou Wei landed, he impatiently demanded his payment, his eyes darting around with mercenary calculation.
Cao Xianming's eyes shifted. Instead of answering, he smiled and pulled out a handful of freshly dried Ghost Hand Mushroom slices, pressing them into Zou Wei's hand. "Here, here, Brother Zou, give these a try. Just dried them today. Still nice and fresh!"
"Fragrant and crunchy. An absolute delicacy like nothing you've ever tasted!"
Zou Wei accepted them without hesitation and took a crunchy bite.
Why turn down something free?
Besides, he simply didn't believe Cao Xianming would dare screw him over at a time like this.
After all, the Never-Ending Steam Train was a rule-type Curio, ranked fifteenth in the Sequence.
Cao Xianming was a smart man. He would definitely have to maintain their "friendship."
In this apocalypse, no one knew whether the Survival Convoy might face another similarly inescapable death trap.
Cao Xianming took the opportunity to pull Zou Wei aside. With their arms around each other's shoulders, the two chewed dried mushrooms and muttered quietly about something.
As they talked, Cao Xianming occasionally pointed at Yang Yong, who stood nearby.
A chill immediately ran through Yang Yong. He