How long could that convoy survive in the apocalypse, hauling around a bunch of brats with all sorts of physical disabilities?
A bunch of deadweights. Sooner or later, they would drag everyone down with them.
He had no intention of dying alongside those people.
He started the vehicle and deliberately slowed down, gradually widening the gap between himself and the vehicle ahead.
He refused to believe that, in this ruthless apocalypse, there really were... softhearted fools who thought of others.
That little girl named Long Ya and that old woman Zhang-who knew what they were planning, bringing a bunch of disabled children along?
They had rescued him from that hellhole, the Hundred Beasts Convoy, and he, Brother Biao, would remember that kindness.
But remembering their kindness was one thing. Making him die alongside these people? Not a chance.
Every man for himself, or heaven and earth would strike him down.
As though looking for allies, he glanced out the window.
That glance was like two people striking matches at the same time in the darkness.
Sure enough.
Sure enough... there were others who thought the same way.
The corner of Brother Biao's mouth twitched involuntarily. He did not know whether he wanted to laugh or curse.
The two vehicles ahead and the two behind were all quietly slowing down.
Clearly, everyone had reached the same conclusion.
After all, judging by that little girl Long Ya's attitude... she would fight to the death with anyone who dared touch her younger brothers and sisters.
They had long since realized that she would never abandon those dozen or so little burdens.
And those two old-timers, Jiang Meng and Zhang Dongyun, had conveyed the same thing over the past three days.
It was as though... they had found some kind of emotional anchor in