Hua Yongzhi looked at Xiao Hua’s back, and then he looked at Chu Han.
It was a piece of cake for Chu Han to hunt a chicken. He was never short on food since the apocalypse’s escalation. Not to mention that he had forced Wangcai to trade a dimensional space, as a compensation for the wasted crystals, to store the Wrangler, Xiuluo axe, and food.
Noticing Xiao Hua’s reluctant expression, Wang Yan, and the slim monkey-like man’s reactions, he was pondering why would chickens be so rare?
"Have a sit!" Hua Yongzhi sat next to the desk passionately, and he gave a cup of tea to Chu Han. "I can’t explain why but since I met you, I got a good vibe from you. We should have a talk."
"Brother Hua, do you want to talk with me about the base?" Chu Han sat and asked. Hua Yongzhi was a rare individual as sincere people were almost extinct after the apocalypse.
