Wang Yanfeng was completely stunned.
Was this... asking for money?
But in this apocalypse, money had long since become wastepaper.
Could it be... that he wanted...
Wang Yanfeng's gaze involuntarily fell on the most valuable thing in his hands...
The dagger Yang Yong had just refined.
[Soul Thread Cutter]
Could it be...
That the price of joining the convoy was handing over a curio?
Wang Yanfeng's expression instantly flickered with uncertainty.
His lips trembled slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between the dagger and Yang Yong's outstretched palm.
He seemed to be weighing countless considerations, veins faintly bulging on his forehead.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and pressed the [Soul Thread Cutter] into Yang Yong's hand.
"Boss! Don't!"
At that moment, Zhang Le could think of nothing else: That curio was so important, and he was just giving it away?
After struggling for so long in this apocalypse, the two of them had only obtained these two curios. Giving away half of them just like that pained him terribly.
His face twisted as though someone had cut a chunk of flesh off him.
Yet Wang Yanfeng turned and shot him a fierce glare.
In Wang Yanfeng's mind, this was a moment when nothing ventured meant nothing gained.
He understood what Yang Yong's outstretched hand meant...
He needed a pledge of allegiance.
The most sincere gesture he could make now was to hand over this curio dagger, the most valuable thing he owned.
Yang Yong was rather surprised.
This Wang Yanfeng really was a clever man.
In just an instant, Yang Yong labeled him as clever.
He saw a trace of Convoy Supervisor Lao Zhang in Wang Yanfeng.
This fellow would probably be useful in the future.
And the kid Zhang Le was clearly quite a