The hall had an unpleasant disinfectant smell that Wang Tao couldn't avoid even with a mask on.
"Mr. Chen, would you like a drink of water?"
Cao Xin held a chipped kettle and a cup that was hard to tell whether it was yellow or white, asking Wang Tao.
"No, thanks."
Wang Tao looked around the hall.
The hall's decor was very old-fashioned, resembling a style from thirty years ago, with clothes piled up everywhere, seeming to make beds that the four of them slept on.
The hall was rectangular, with everyone situated at the end where the light was better, while the other end was dark and hard to see.
"You guys are pretty amazing, managing to live so comfortably in the post-apocalypse."
Wang Tao said with a hint of indifference.
These four, including Seventh Brother Yang who had been taught a lesson earlier, were all at full HP, which was rather good for the post-apocalyptic world. After all, even within Shuize Base, there were many who were not at full HP.
