Civilian?
You're telling me this person with a longbow slung over their back, wielding a machete, is a civilian?
Although the middle-aged man's expression didn't change much, he was very wary of Su Changxing in his heart. People who survive well in the apocalypse are far from simple; the simple don't last.
"This guy is way too arrogant; deal with him."
A hoarse and irritable voice suddenly appeared in his ear—it was the voice of the head.
Su Changxing raised an eyebrow, replied inwardly, "Shut up."
Mu Qing's face changed drastically, saying forcefully, "Fan Jianming, I can guarantee he's not dangerous, and it's not that he can't enter the gathering place, he just doesn't want to."
The middle-aged man's face darkened slightly, ready to say something when Su Changxing interrupted, "You guys go ahead, I won't hold you up."
The middle-aged man's face then eased a bit, he looked around cautiously and said, "Goodbye, thank you for understanding."
