Inside the train compartment.
Chen Mang had already thrown the pistol and magazine into the "Earth Core Melting Furnace," while the handheld Zombie Perception Shield and Train Order had been cleaned and stored away by him, ready for trade at the gathering in a few days.
However, there was a matter he was unsure about and needed to discuss with Old Pig.
"Old Pig."
Chen Mang sat on the control panel, pondering, "I plan to attend the gathering six days from now to trade for some materials. What do you think, should we keep these slaves for ourselves, or sell them directly at the time?"
"Master Mang." Old Pig tentatively began, "Are you worried that the atmosphere on the train is currently quite good, and the slaves are working hard, but with a new batch of outsiders, the originally obedient slaves might start having unwanted thoughts?"
"Mm."
Chen Mang nodded slightly; he indeed had concerns about this.
"Actually, Master Mang, you don't need to worry too much about this."
