"Don't go! How can we survive on so little rice! You mustn't leave!"
Many people spontaneously blocked the front of the car. Su Mo and two others, who were walking below because there were no seats, almost got hit by a rake flying toward them.
Su Mo pursed her lips, bent down to pick up the rake, and fiercely hurled it back into the crowd; those people immediately scattered to clear the way.
"If you keep blocking the way, I won't mind letting our wheels roll over," she said ruthlessly, a hint of murderous intent gleaming in her round eyes.
Jianxiong cooperated with her, turning his face and bulking up his muscles to look intimidating. Now no one dared to cause trouble, but they still followed closely behind, keeping watch.
Following Da Qiang's directions, they reached the old workshop next to an overgrown wasteland. On closer inspection, one could see a cellar door submerged below and firmly locked.
