Cao Xianming lowered his voice. "Anyway, be careful about everything in Mechanical City."
Then he said something that left Yang Yong baffled.
"Someone who shows goodwill isn't necessarily a good person! And someone who starts fighting and killing right away isn't necessarily a bad person!"
Yang Yong mulled over those words the whole way but still couldn't make sense of them.
Soon, the jeep stopped in front of a rather imposing little building.
Yang Yong got out and looked up.
This time, the name was quite down-to-earth.
The sign above read: Sister-in-Law Zeng's Free-Range Chicken Pot.
Yang Yong thought, This must be the sign of an old restaurant that's been in use since before the apocalypse.
Once everyone had gotten out, Kang Yixiang led the way inside.
Along the way, all sorts of working robots came and went without pause, some cleaning, others standing guard with guns.
In short, this little restaurant was run almost like a state banquet.
The group headed inside and was led straight into the largest private dining room.
A middle-aged man was already sitting inside.
His hair was slicked back, and he looked quite capable.
As soon as Kang Yixiang entered, she called out, "Second Elder."
The middle-aged man merely said to Kang Yixiang, "Yixiang, go take care of your work."
"All right." Kang Yixiang turned and left.
Only the Second Elder and the members of the Survival Convoy remained in the room.
"Please, everyone, have a seat."
Whether it was to show his sincerity or for some other reason, this so-called Second Elder hadn't brought a single subordinate.
From the moment Cao Xianming entered the room, he had been tapping away at his Data Model.
By the time the Second Elder said, "Have a seat," he had already calculated the probability: no danger.
Clearly,