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The three power armors remained at the north gate.
As for their captain, Lu Yang, he followed Chu Guang into the Outpost Base.
It was clear he was very confident in his own strength and was not at all worried about encountering any mishaps.
Of course, Chu Guang had no intention of causing trouble for himself either.
Having invited Lu Yang into the sanatorium's reception room, Chu Guang intended to offer him something hospitable, but when he brought out the wine glasses, Lu Yang quickly waved his hand to stop him.
"I appreciate the gesture! But I'm currently on a mission and can't drink alcohol."
"What about milk?"
"Really, there's no need. Our armor has reserves of fresh water and liquid food. In the field, we can only consume our own supplies, as a matter of discipline."
"How about the stool—"
"There's no need, it might break under me."
"Alright then."
Chu Guang had not expected to encounter such a disciplined force in the Wasteland.