As the group of survivors gradually entered the bungalow, Dazhuang's right arm, which was crossed over his chest, was suddenly bumped by someone. When he turned to look, he saw the young man he had argued with earlier picking his nose and walking past him with a mischievous grin.
This ignited the anger that had been simmering in Dazhuang for quite some time. Just as he was about to explode, a slightly frail figure stopped in front of him.
"Haha, hey big bro, I'm really sorry. Can I ask you a few questions?"
Already not fond of this group, and now with the young man repeatedly provoking him, Dazhuang naturally directed his anger towards others.
However, remembering Lin's instructions before leaving, Dazhuang forced himself to suppress his rage. He stared wide-eyed, nose high, exuding an air of arrogance.
