As the group of survivors gradually entered the bungalow, Dazhuang's right arm, which was crossed over his chest, was suddenly bumped by soone. When he turned to look, he saw the young man he had argued with earlier picking his nose and walking past him with a mischievous grin.
This ignited the anger that had been simring in Dazhuang for quite so ti. Just as he was about to explode, a slightly frail figure stopped in front of him.
"Haha, hey big bro, I'm really sorry. Can I ask you a few questions?"
Already not fond of this group, and now with the young man repeatedly provoking him, Dazhuang naturally directed his anger towards others.
However, rembering Lin's instructions before leaving, Dazhuang forced himself to suppress his rage. He stared wide-eyed, nose high, exuding an air of arrogance.
"Haha," Tang Xiaoquan scratched his head awkwardly. There was nothing he could do; the man stood there like a wooden figure fixed to the floor, neither speaking nor leaving. In the end, Tang Xiaoquan assud he had silently agreed and proceeded on his own: "First, can we go to the car to get our supplies?"
As usual, the man remained unmoved, not even glancing at Tang Xiaoquan.
Unable to do more, Tang Xiaoquan could only smile bitterly: "Okay, big bro, if we can't get our supplies, we won't get them! But could you at least let us bring out the dical kit? You saw my companion's leg injury earlier; if his wound isn't treated promptly with fresh dressings and antiseptics, it might beco infected in this heat, so…"
Apparently realizing the seriousness of the situation, Dazhuang, who hadn't moved for a long ti, finally turned his neck with difficulty. After glancing at Acheng's bandaged right leg, he responded tersely: "One person!"
"Okay, thank you!" Before Tang Xiaoquan could call out to anyone, Wei Yang trotted over and volunteered with a pleasant voice: "Xiao Tang, let get the dical kit!"
Since Wei Yang had nursing experience, Tang Xiaoquan naturally had no objections. With the man's permission, Wei Yang and a female worker from the factory went to the Buick GL8 to retrieve it.
"Second," returning to the main topic, Tang Xiaoquan quickly continued while the man was still willing to speak: "Big bro, if we're isolated here, what if we need to use the restroom or have an urgent issue..."
"Knock on the door, our Guards will hear." Again, unwilling to say more, the man raised his nose high.
"And what about dinner? You know our supplies are in the car, haha! So the dinner issue..."
"Soone will bring it to you at the ti!"
"Oh! That's good! Haha!" With the food issue settled, Tang Xiaoquan felt half-relieved: "Now, third, I'm not sure if we can shower here, and if we can, could we..."
"No!" Clearly frustrated by the barrage of questions, Dazhuang bluntly refused without thinking, showing it was likely his first encounter with such a talkative person.
Tang Xiaoquan noticed the irritation between the man's brows and promptly closed his mouth wisely. He had gotten all the answers he wanted, so after bowing in thanks, he turned and walked into the low building.
Not long after, Wei Yang returned, holding the dical kit.
"Bang!" With Wei Yang's return, the wooden door was locked from the outside. In an instant, the ringed tal lock made a crisp "click" sound as it clasped shut.
Almost at the exact mont the door locked, Wang Qiang, who had remained silent, erupted like a volcano: "Damn it, what bad luck! We ca all this way just to be toyed with by these guys! What the hell is this? Huh? Isolation? I see it as house arrest! Now we're screwed! We've lost our supplies and weapons! We even gotta report just to use the toilet! How the hell are we supposed to survive now?"
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Hu Xiaodong, after hearing Wang Qiang's outburst, found his forehead wrinkling.
"Ahem!" After clearing his throat twice, Hu Xiaodong placed a hand on Wang Qiang's shoulder and spoke earnestly: "Qiang, do you know the real reason we ca here?"
"Huh~" Wang Qiang was montarily confused, clearly not grasping the situation. His eyes darted around, about to ask, when Hu Xiaodong continued:
"Let tell you why! We ca here to make a living! Rember! To make a living, not to enjoy, not to play! I know you dislike the factory's thods, and I know you're trying to get benefits for everyone, but don't forget where we are! This is soone else's territory! Yes~ I'm just like you; I hate being confined and locked up like this. But without rules, everything falls apart, right? They have their rules, and if we start off by challenging them, would you, if you were in charge, want to associate with people like that? So..."
After the reprimand, Wang Qiang's face was a mix of green and purple. He wanted to retort, but each ti he opened his mouth, he couldn't find any reasonable argunt, and finally, he could only droop his head, sighing in defeat.
Ignoring Hu Xiaodong's lecture to his brother, Tang Xiaoquan thought a bit of scolding would do Wang Qiang good since the latter's mouth could sotis be a bit... inappropriate for the situation!
His gaze casually swept over the warehouse interior. To be honest, the area wasn't small, but the stacks of packaging boxes significantly reduced the usable space. Even so, there was still plenty of room for their group of eight to stand side by side.
In the sunlight streaming through the window, Tang Xiaoquan clearly saw the black labels with English lettering printed on the packaging boxes. Although his English was "taught by the gym teacher," Tang Xiaoquan could barely recognize a few words like "T-SHIRT" and "MADEINHUAXIA."
It seed they wouldn't need to worry about changing clothes for a long ti! With that pleasant thought, a smile appeared at the corner of Tang Xiaoquan's lips.
The waiting during isolation was always boring, but fortunately, the survivors were all exhausted. Before long, they each found a suitable spot, moved so boxes together, and laid down to sleep...
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