(In the previous chapter, there were some changes made, so if you've read ahead, brothers, take another look.)
Wu Jingguang was in his forties, with short hair, thick eyebrows, and a square face.
He had the look of someone very capable and efficient.
Before the apocalypse, he must have also held an important position.
Wu Heng, after listening to the other party's words, looked puzzled again.
The invitation for the old factory district to enter the military shelter had been raised before, last time by Yang Long and Qi Hancai.
At that time, the market had just been established, and the old factory district was selling food to the outside, displaying an abundance of supplies.
This time they sent a different disaster relief commander, likely the scouts that left yesterday had taken the news back.
"You're leaving this place?" Wu Heng asked in return.
