Liang Yuan glanced at the few half-dead Beauty Dogs on the ground.
He picked up the Triangular Long Blade, and with a few swift strokes, ended their miserable lives.
"Ending it early is also a relief for you."
Liang Yuan murmured, this world has already collapsed.
Under the apocalypse, there are more people worse off than them, not fewer.
Liang Yuan turned to look at the Queen opposite. Qiu Yingyue, Han Xiangman, and the others had already begun to reorganize their subordinates and clean up the aftermath.
Liang Yuan did not intervene; these trivial matters did not require his presence.
He entered various rooms of this ship and began searching for supplies.
This was a small cargo ship, presumably a private vessel.
The three-story building inside was decorated with a cozy, homey feel.
In the huge cabin at the back, it was originally meant for holding sand, gravel, and the like.
