Under the stare of the Plague Lord, everyone immediately dared not step forward.
Chen Shan pulled out a chair, and Li Xinlong sat beside Wen Biao.
Due to the armed train, the relationship between the two unconnected individuals became much closer.
Wen Biao laughed, "I thought Master Rong would come a bit later."
Li Xinlong shook his head, "In the entire Zhijin, only the train conductor is qualified to take the stage."
Wen Biao looked at the scavengers in front of him, who were excitedly discussing how much loot they would get, and sneered, "It's a pity there are still those who don't get it, who don't know who's in charge even now."
Li Xinlong let out a faint, ambiguous laugh, expressing agreement.
There was a sound of light footsteps coming from outside the door. Two armed soldiers in gray-green trench coats entered first, their sharp gazes sweeping around, then stepped to stand on both sides of the door, like two unsheathed military knives, cold and sharp!
