Over the past few days, the two women had not actually joined the Survival Convoy officially. They had merely been traveling with it.
Now, out on this vast grassland, so unfamiliar it made their hearts race with unease.
They had no idea which direction would lead them to the Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Convoy, so they could only stick around with the Survival Convoy for now.
Seeing Yang Yong arrive, Cao Xianming raised his chin, signaling for him to find somewhere to sit first.
Yang Yong sat down, glanced around, and felt his heart drop.
Cao Xianming's expression was grim, but not with his usual deep calculation. It was a kind of...
Fury he was desperately holding back.
Yang Yong could not help feeling surprised.
That fellow Cao Xianming.
He was either so darkly calculating that he left people speechless.
Or he kept his emotions hidden.
His face always wore an inscrutable mask of calm.
He rarely looked like this...
Making it plainly clear that a fire was bottled up in his chest, ready to explode at any moment.
An ominous suspicion quietly rose in Yang Yong's mind.
In the entire Survival Convoy, for something to make Cao Xianming this furious...
Could something have happened to Lao Zhang, the Convoy Supervisor?
He was the only relative Cao Xianming still had in this fucked-up Apocalypse.
Though he was only a distant uncle on his mother's side, in this Apocalypse, this goddamn end of the world, who wasn't the sole survivor left on their family tree?
At this moment, that bond mattered more than anything.
Before long, a jumble of footsteps approached.
Convoy Supervisor Lao Zhang came toward them at the head of a group.
Only when he saw Lao Zhang did Cao Xianming manage to force a faint smile onto