"Boss Zhang, you're finally back, oh... are these guests?"
Ding Yong Country saw Zhang Su get out of the car, carrying a metal container slightly thicker than an arm, and walk toward him. Upon closer look, he noticed the unfamiliar face in the passenger seat, and judging from their attire, they didn't seem like refugees.
At the same time, a few more unfamiliar faces disembarked from the vehicles behind, dressed in a style different from that of the people from Celestial Horse Island.
Having visitors was once quite usual, but in the post-apocalyptic world, it was very sudden.
Zhang Su saw the heavy container in Ding Yong Country's hand, knowing it was to get fire for steel smelting. He had promised in the morning but forgot in the afternoon.
Smacking his forehead, he said, "Old Ding, you've been busy all day, aren't you planning to take a break?"
