A few women hurriedly ran forward, rushing straight to Carriage 27, skillfully exchanging supplies without wasting a single point.
Then they stuffed large and small bags of food and weapons into their oversized clothes. Though the shape was a bit bulky, they quickly blended into the grimy Scavengers. Under the indifferent gaze of the officers, they swiftly dashed past the swinging "jerky" in the isolation zone and ran through two corners before finally relaxing upon seeing a group of men laughing quietly beside their motorcycles.
A man with a missing chunk of flesh on his arm spat, "Thought you folks got shot and done for, only back now? I was about to leave!"
The woman displayed a generous bosom with a flattering smile, "Brother San, don't be mad; haven't we got it now? With these supplies, our camp can keep going."
Brother San's eyes instantly lit up, and he swallowed hard.
