Luo Xiaole was somewhat astonished.
Luo Xiaole had always been skilled at hiding her strength, avoiding action whenever possible.
Any overt actions were always left to Mo Chen and the others.
Just like tonight, the onlookers' attention would always be focused on Mo Chen.
So, even if that person wanted to express admiration and respect, the object should have been Mo Chen.
But that person, from the very beginning, had directed their respectful gestures and gazes towards Luo Xiaole.
She looked up to get a closer look.
The leader was a middle-aged man with some traces of age on his face.
He wore a beige uniform, stained with some blood, but it still looked quite neat.
His eyes were quite open and honest.
Luo Xiaole touched the back of her head with some confusion; she couldn't understand.
"Thank you, but we still have some supplies," Luo Xiaole wanted to politely refuse, unsure of what the other party offered.
"We have some spare bedding and blankets in the shop where we are temporarily staying. If you don't mind, you can take them to keep warm tonight."
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, but then immediately offered alternative supplies.
"Is that so..." Luo Xiaole saw that the other party was enthusiastically helping and didn't seem to be just going through the motions. Further refusal seemed unnecessary.
"Then thank you," she immediately smiled, displaying a very friendly expression.
Seeing how easy she was to talk to, the other party actually breathed a sigh of relief.
"The shop where you were staying has been destroyed. Do you know where you plan to spend the night?" the middle-aged man asked, considering everything very carefully.
In fact, Luo Xiaole already had a destination in mind.
"There's an unoccupied handicraft store at the edge of the camp, right?" she suddenly remembered.
The middle-aged man, upon hearing her say this, seemed unsurprised and even nodded towards his team as if confirming.
"We know that place. Our accommodation isn't far. Please wait a moment, and we'll send the items over."
"Alright, thank you."
Luo Xiaole saw that Mo Chen was truly exhausted. After thanking them, she quickly led Luo Shu and the others towards the handicraft store.
"As expected..." After they left, the middle-aged man exchanged glances with his team.
"That girl is indeed connected to the weapon master, and even knows that the master's weapons come from that handicraft store."
"What can we do now?"
"We don't need to do anything extra," the middle-aged man had seen it clearly. When he mentioned supplies, there was no trace of desire in Luo Xiaole's eyes.
This could only mean one thing: that girl's supply reserves were substantial.
It was even possible that through trading with the weapon master, she had obtained a large number of supplies, and perhaps someone in their team had spatial abilities to store them.
When he mentioned bedding, Luo Xiaole's eyes remained unfazed.
"They might even have blankets... But it doesn't hurt us to offer help first."
"Let's leave it at that. If they encounter danger in the future, we can help them out. After all, the weapons I saw for sale indicated durability."
"Although this durability can last for quite a while if not used recklessly, if repairs are needed in the future, we'll still need to go through this girl to find the weapon master."
"Also, try to buy more if possible. Weapons are the more the merrier."
"Understood!"
The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back.
It seemed they had struck gold on this outing.
...
"Wow, Xiaole, how did you know about this place!" Luo Shu exclaimed loudly as she followed them into the artfully decorated handicraft store.
Most of the stealth attackers who could reach this floor tonight had been dealt with, so the latter half of the night should be relatively safe.
"I saw it by chance."
Not long after, the middle-aged man sent someone over with several blankets.
"Thank you," Luo Xiaole said with a smile, expressing her gratitude cheerfully.
"You're welcome. If you need any help in the future, just ask us," the messenger replied politely.
The person delivered several blankets.
"Xiaole, you should wear a couple more of these blankets. It's quite cold at night lately, and you might not be able to bear it," Nie Yuan and the others didn't want anything to happen to Luo Xiaole's delicate constitution.
After all, they would be relying on her and Mo Chen in the future.
"Huh?" Luo Xiaole was in a corner, watching Luo Shu use her abilities to take out several thick down quilts and down jackets she had stored last time.
She was completely buried in the heavy quilt, barely hearing what others were saying.
At this moment, she was swaying unsteadily as she walked towards everyone.
"..." Nie Yuan and the others exchanged glances.
Why did it seem like she couldn't be affected by the cold or hunger anywhere...
How did this Luo Xiaole have these things too!
Where had she hidden them!
"Oh, these quilts were stored in this shop beforehand as a precaution," Luo Xiaole said off the cuff. "Don't just stand there, quickly take one each. I can't carry them all."
"Oh, oh, oh, quickly!" Nie Yuan felt Yang Lin and the others rush forward and clumsily unload the items.
Zhu Hui stared at Luo Xiaole, looking annoyed the entire time, but Luo Xiaole didn't seem to pay her any mind.
Only after she had prepared Mo Chen's makeshift bed and wrapped him up like a mummy did she turn to attend to Zhu Hui.
"Xiaole!" Zhu Hui's emotions suddenly erupted. She pulled Luo Xiaole into a corner.
"Why did Qin Mingyang want us to stay on the third floor, and you disagreed! You know how much I..."
Zhu Hui couldn't understand at all.
"How much you like him? I can tell. But it's not safe for us to stay on the third floor," Luo Xiaole said with some helplessness.
"What's not safe about it? Qin Mingyang and his men have so many weapons, that place is probably the safest!"
Zhu Hui crossed her arms angrily.
"Also, when did you get connected with Qin Mingyang? How come I didn't know? Were you talking to him behind my back?" Zhu Hui asked the question she most wanted to know.
"This is a bit complicated to explain. In short, last time Mo Chen was injured, we also asked Qin Mingyang's doctor to treat him. That's all, don't overthink it."
"I told you Qin Mingyang was very good! He treated Mo Chen's injuries twice," Zhu Hui's eyes were full of admiration. "He really has a strong sense of justice."
Luo Xiaole looked at her starry-eyed expression and couldn't help but ask.
"Then if, I'm just saying if, we part ways with Qin Mingyang, and you can only choose one..."
"Xiaole... I'm very grateful for the care you've given me these past few days..." Zhu Hui looked very conflicted. "But I've really liked him for many years..."
Hearing her answer, Luo Xiaole nodded.
There was still a hint of disappointment in her heart, after all, they had been together day and night during this time.
Yet she could easily abandon them for Qin Mingyang.
Perhaps her definition of a companion had been too low before.
"I understand. If there's a chance in the future, I won't stand in the way of your wishes anymore," Luo Xiaole's tone held a newfound sense of relief.
"Xiaole... Thank you..." Zhu Hui held her hand, looking very touched.
"What are you two whispering about!" Luo Shu came over curiously.
Luo Xiaole turned her head and saw that everyone else, because it was too cold, had already wrapped themselves up like cocoons and were lying obediently under the blankets, staring at her with eyes full of curiosity.
Mo Chen, having just received an antibiotic shot, felt groggy, but his ears seemed to be leaning in their direction.
"Alright, alright, you've been up all night, go to sleep quickly," Luo Xiaole was truly taken aback by the gossipy nature of these people.
"Okay, okay." The others then slowly closed their eyes.
"By the way," Luo Xiaole knew everyone wouldn't be asleep anytime soon.
"Nie Yuan, what are your plans now?" She just felt that there were too many mutated zombies in this airport, and they had almost replenished their supplies.
Since they knew Qin Mingyang's route, it wouldn't be impossible for them to go ahead.
Otherwise, constantly following Qin Mingyang felt like it would easily arouse suspicion.
"Are... you leaving?" Nie Yuan asked.