"In the Wasteland, idiots die."
That is the brutal law of the Wasteland World that even children know well, because there's a saying all Wasteland residents are familiar with.
"Even a baby would stab your heart skillfully with a dinner knife behind your back, and then steal every bottle cap from you."
Old Pavel and the other two couldn't figure out Tang Zheng's intention, so they chose to cooperate. After all, considering the other party's crazy consumption of supplies, they simply don't care about fifty bullets."
"What year is it now?" Tang Zheng lifted his fingers, staring at their gaze, and said, "Don't try to fool me."
"It's 2153 AD, I think. I'm not sure. Anyway, nearly a hundred years have passed since the nuclear bombs destroyed the world." In Old Pavel's daily struggle for life, he doesn't have time to keep track of such trivial and useless information.
