The next day, some of the monsters outside had already dispersed.
Zhao Meng's mood was relatively stable; although he didn't speak to Zhao Hu, he didn't make a fuss either.
He just hovered near the fragile Li Qian, afraid she might get hurt again.
Zhao Hu tried to talk to Zhao Meng several times, but Zhao Meng avoided him each time.
There was nothing Zhao Hu could do, and he thought it unwise to lose his temper either.
After all, he was at fault first.
The group decided to set off today.
Yang Tian looked at the only bodyguard.
The bodyguard revealed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
He knew very well what awaited him next.
"Go inside. There's food and women in there. I'll give you two hours, be gentle, I still have use for you."
Yang Tian patted the bodyguard on the shoulder.
"Thank you, Brother Tian!"
The bodyguard's eyes lit up, and a rare joy appeared on his otherwise lifeless face.
"You deserve it."
This was yet another rule of the apocalypse.
