As soon as Cao Xianming said that,
the fifteen people who had fallen into the trading trap and had that kind of contract planted in them all let go of their fear.
They began laughing out loud.
Only... as they laughed, they started crying.
After all, nobody wanted to have that kind of contract suddenly planted in them.
Who could have imagined that a perfectly ordinary trade would land them in a trap?
Who could have imagined that, even in the Apocalypse, there was such a rotten way to screw people over?
From then on, none of these people would dare trade with anyone.
Who could have imagined something so rotten?
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And as the people on the Survival Convoy's side slowly relaxed,
the cold gun ports on the walls did not lower.
They seemed to still be on guard against the Survival Convoy.
Cao Xianming tapped his Data Model and understood.
Most likely, the chaos in the Survival Convoy had made Mechanical City mistakenly believe there was something eerie aboard their vehicles.
That was why they were acting as though they faced a formidable enemy.
Fundamentally, this was a matter of unequal information.
At that moment, Cao Xianming felt he had no choice but to step forward.
He got out of the vehicle and waved to the side.
Raising his voice slightly, he shouted, "I'm Cao Xianming, captain of the Survival Convoy!"
"Is this Mechanical City?"
"Can someone come out as a representative?"
Cao Xianming had thought they would send someone out.
He had not expected them to send out a robot.
The fellow was nothing but a metal frame.
His legs were modeled after human legs.
Two switchblades were folded away at his heels.
Both his hands were gun barrels.
Those barrels were not much different from the