Hearing Lin Qiao say that she had just killed a group of people, all the others wore a serious expression, looking at her confusedly.
"Please sit down," Lin Hao stood up from beside her and offered her the chair, then sat on the windowsill. Lin Qiao sat down and looked at the others while speaking, "Just now, two groups of people showed up in the East, about three miles away. The first group was comprised of twelve robbers, and I've killed eleven of them. Their leader escaped, however."
"Robbers?" This word gave the others a start.
"Are you talking about those man-eating post-apocalyptic robbers?" Lin Feng looked at Lin Qiao seriously. He didn't miss the part that their leader had escaped. Post-apocalyptic robbers were all vengeful. As long as even one of them survived, that person would definitely come back to this place and fight a way to take revenge for his friends.