Arriving at Z-City

The person who was being questioned was a potbellied, middle-aged man. When he saw Lin Qing's clear face, clean and neat clothes, and full spirit, his eyes gleamed with a strange light. He maintained a jovial expression and replied, "Yes, there is a base here. It's right in front, brother. You're from S-City? I'm from S-City too, my name's Xu Yan, but if you want to enter the base, every person needs to hand over 4 catties of rice."

 With that said, Xu Yan turned to look at Lin Qing's land rover. If he had not guessed wrongly, there were people inside.

 Lin Qing frowned and had a look of difficulty, as though vexed by the need to hand food over.

 Seeing that, a trace of disdain flashed in Xu Yan's eyes. When he saw how neat the man was, he thought that they would be loaded. By the looks of it now, he was also a poor man.