Paris Suburbs.
Lin Yi was chatting happily with the red-haired man.
At least that's what he thought.
But the red-haired man wasn't pleased at all: "Getting food is tough, but dealing with endless attacks from bandits and zombies is better."
Lin Yi smirked: "So... my friend, do you need a food supply?"
"Damn! I also wanted to ask you if you want to keep your head?"
The red-haired man was so angry that his face and neck almost matched his hair color. He responded furiously.
"What kind of stupid question is that? Of course we need food. This is the apocalypse! Are we supposed to go to the supermarket? Or go shopping at the grocery store?"
"Haha, I happen to be able to get some for you. As for payment, I prefer the Survivor Coin."
Lin Yi smiled broadly and watched the other's facial expression change.
"Are you joking with me?"
The red-haired man was too shocked to speak properly, but a trace of hope flashed in his eyes.
