The entrance of the civil defense project, outside the heavy rusted iron door, was surrounded by about twenty people.
"Boss, are you saying we're going to raid the Underground City?"
Old Huang found it hard to believe and had to confirm once again.
Though he always said those guys holed up in the shelter were cowardly, traitors.
But the Speakers of these settlements were well aware that they absolutely couldn't mess with the violent organs inside the shelters.
After all, under the Monan People's control, they couldn't even manufacture heavy weaponry themselves.
In such a sorry state, let alone breaking into the shelter to steal things, they couldn't even open the iron door at the entrance.
Lv Bai waved his hand. He certainly didn't expect these guys to deal with Cheng Zhiwu; he just brought them along because they had some muscle power.
"I'm not asking you to raid; you only need to be responsible for moving food."
