"Come now! To fate for bringing us together. Miss Huang, Mr. Zhong, let's all have a toast and thank the heavens for their mercy in giving us a chance to live."
"Hahaha, yes, let's!"
Inside the CityArrow Club lobby, everyone had pushed three long tables together. Laid out on them was a rich spread of dishes, quite rare in the post-apocalyptic world.
There were various canned goods—pork, beef, vegetables, and fruit. There were even a few rare plates of stir-fried, vibrant green vegetables.
In the center sat a large basin of stewed pork with glass noodles, which gave off a faint, strange smell.
Only the higher-ups of this small team were seated at this table. Ma Xiaotian sat beside her father, her mouth already watering. She held up her bowl and immediately began to grab food.
Besides their table, three smaller tables were set up in the lobby. A dozen or so survivors crowded around them, scrambling to grab meat from the basins, their faces greasy with oil as they ate with gusto.
