"Boss, the Killing God squad has been following us!" Leng Xue, responsible for the lookout, frowned as he spoke.
Zhang Fan chuckled coldly, "If they like to follow, let them. Let's eat something first. Lin Feng, Wang Zheng, go gather some firewood!"
"Huh? Boss, what are you planning?" Wang Zheng asked, confused.
"Cooking, idiot." Zhang Fan dropped his backpack, took a pack of beef jerky from the warehouse, and then pulled out several thin metal rods, threading the beef jerky on them before arranging a few stones on top as a makeshift grill.
"Boss, aren't we continuing our journey?" Li Yu also squatted next to Zhang Fan, his eyes fixed on the beef jerky in Zhang Fan's hand.
"What's the rush? It's just over thirteen hundred kilometers, there's plenty of time." While saying this, Zhang Fan struck a flint and started a fire, immediately grilling the beef jerky.
