"Haha, old village chief, how are you so sure there's supplies in the car? What if it's empty?"
Zhang Su spread his hands and said with a smile.
"Young man, after the disaster struck, there are always people wanting to escape to the northern mountains. We charge them like this every time, fair and square, but it's none of your concern. Hehehe..."
Ma Changshou chuckled wisely.
The people around Zhang Su found it odd. While there was no excessive hostility from their side, everyone was holding a firearm. Was the other side blind, unable to see?
To dare openly demand supplies in such a situation, there could only be two possibilities...
Either West Camp Village had strong backing, enough to handle the situation at hand, or the people in front of them had something wrong with their heads.
The likelihood of the second was very small because in a post-apocalyptic world, among those not so sharp, none would become the person in charge!
