Thud thud thud.
The old man listened to the footsteps outside coming closer, and tightly gripped the fire axe in his hand.
In the doomsday, they had encountered other survivors before.
The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest.
Conflicts usually erupted, with the strong plundering the weak's resources.
If they met someone more brutal, they might even kill.
Brother Li heard the footsteps outside and gestured to the others beside him, signaling everyone to prepare for battle.
Strangers were very likely to become enemies.
In such situations, begging for mercy was pointless; only counterattack could bring a sliver of hope.
The footsteps outside suddenly stopped.
"Brother Long, there's nothing inside, no people either," the person said to Zheng Xiaolong after entering the room.
Hiding in the kitchen, the group heard this and did not lower their guard.
Who knew if this was a trick to lure them out.
