The car stopped about twenty minutes later. It seemed this gang was quite cautious, choosing not to do their dirty work near their own lair.
The first thing Tang Mo saw when she got out of the car was a high wooden fence. It was taller than a person and topped with tangled barbed wire.
At the entrance, several equally tall and burly men sat on chairs with their legs crossed, smoking cigarettes.
Cigarettes were a luxury in this post-apocalyptic world. It looked like they'd managed to get their hands on plenty of good things; they were rolling in it.
"Brother Hu, look at the woman I brought back this time. She's quite a looker, isn't she?"
The man from the car got out and spoke, full of pride, to a man with an earring sitting in the center of the group by the entrance.
The man took the cigarette butt from his lips, then stood up and sized Tang Mo up from head to toe.
