A group of people suddenly appeared and surrounded Wang Chen, with the dark muzzles of their guns aimed at his vitals.
There was no sign of excitement from seeing a fellow compatriot on their faces, only deep vigilance and suspicion, and even a hint of hidden malice.
Faced with their questioning, Wang Chen calmly replied, "From up above."
"Up above?"
The questioning middle-aged man was momentarily stunned: "Which base? What are you doing here?"
"D01359 Base."
Wang Chen looked deeply at the man and replied again, "I'm here looking for someone."
The middle-aged man was even more surprised: "D01359 Base? Where are you getting all that supply from?"
He glanced at the gas stove, cookware, and uneaten food before Wang Chen, and couldn't help but swallow: "Has D01359 Base's self-sufficient farm resumed operations?"
Wang Chen chuckled, "Want to have some?"
