Su Lun put away the half-carved wooden doll and put his gas mask back on.
Just as he stepped out of the tent, he heard Mr. Abagon's cursing voice in the distance. Focusing his eyes, he saw the man rubbing his legs as he emerged from the luxurious marching tent, "Damn it, this damn cave is no place for humans, my old cold legs have flared up again..."
Listening to this, the corner of Su Lun's mouth curled up slightly under his mask.
....
This time, the "Thornbird Trading Company" had hired five small Scavenger squads and some individual Scavengers. These five or six dozen fully armed Scavengers were also the main security force for the transport convoy.
Su Lun found a corner and listened quietly.
An emergency meeting usually meant there was a problem.
Before long, everyone had arrived, and Mr. Abagon got straight to the point.