"We're also leaving." After some contemplation, An Ping bade Tang Zheng farewell as well. He didn't want to share the spoils of war with others either.
"Little Ghost, I hope you survive." Tang Zheng still gave him three ammo clips.
By this time, many prostitutes and adventurers had gathered on the side of the street, eyeing them. After all, the equipment and appearance of this wave of wandering folk were attractive. Seeing Tang Zheng distributing ammo clips, they exclaimed incessantly. These were essential survival supplies, yet he was giving them away without even batting an eye.
"Tang Zheng, we two old folks won't be a burden to you any longer." The old man laughed, prepared to leave hand in hand with his wife.
"Wait, I never said that you were a burden. We can patch things up, right?" Tang Zheng laughed, "We also need someone to cook."
"So kind."
"Not a qualified group leader, but a good one!"
The onlookers chattered, understanding that these people were disbanding.
