"These guys give me a weird feeling."
He Jiaju was somewhat puzzled.
If he were a survivor, the first thing he'd feel upon seeing other survivors would be excitement, followed promptly by caution.
But right now, he found these four individuals to be too calm, their faces adorned with faint smiles.
A smile is a normal expression, one that conveys friendliness.
But He Jiaju just felt there was something off about it.
At that moment,
the four survivors looked at He Jiaju, exchanged glances among themselves, and then one of them stepped forward as if he had been nominated as their spokesperson.
"Hello, we didn't expect to see any living people in such a terrible apocalypse. We're really happy about that."
The speaker, a bald man wearing a gold necklace,
was named Dai Quan.
In peacetime, he had a nine-to-five job as a favored actor in some media, often playing roles like a drunkard, landlord, teacher, pervert, boss, etc.
