Chapter 585: Going Upstream to Find Tools

"City Lord, why did you let them go?"

Yue Lie, holding a broad sword, looked at Di Ping in confusion and asked.

Not only did he want to know this question, but Han Ming, Daniel, and the two daughters Gina and Angela also wanted to know.

In particular, Han Ming watched the two cars slowly drive out of the service area, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes, and he was never afraid of killing people.

If he used his means, these people would never let one of them leave, and he would not give a chance to survive to those who dared to point a gun at him.

"The apocalypse is difficult! Human beings don't exist one out of ten, and they don't have much evil deeds. If you can avoid killing people, try not to get bloody!"

Di Ping pushed the teacup on the table and let out a long sigh.

His voice was full of desolation and loneliness. He really couldn't do it. It is very difficult for human beings to survive in this apocalypse.

"Stop talking, get ready and we're leaving!"

Di Ping waved his hand to stop Yue Lie, who was still trying to say something, and then looked at a few people and ordered.

"Yes!"

A few people took orders and went to work quickly, loading food and drinking water into the car, which was easy to use on the road.

"Owner!"

At this time, Gina stepped forward, lifted the water bottle on one side, and added some hot water to Di Ping's water glass.

"Thank you Gina!"

Di Ping looked at Gina and thanked him with a smile.

Gina added water, smiled charmingly at Di Ping, and retreated behind him again to sit with Angela.

Di Ping picked up the hot tea, smelled the fragrance of the tea, and shot his eyes outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, dazedly wondering what he was thinking.

"Dad, why are you leaving in such a hurry!"

Two off-road vehicles, one after the other, were slowly driving on the high speed. The father and daughter of Yun Kuohai sat in the back row of the car behind. Yun Mengsi leaned on the seat weakly, looking at his father and asked.

"Mengsi! You've always been very smart, with a high emotional intelligence, better than your dad, but you're just a little bit closer. You haven't experienced bloody years, so I don't know how dangerous it was just now!"

At this time, Yun Kuohai still had the arrogance of the past, and he was a little tired and huddled in the rear leather seat, while wiping the sweat on his forehead and saying.

"Isn't it all resolved? What danger is there?"

Yun Mengsi asked a little puzzled.

"Mengsi, your father has been in the wind and rain in the past few decades, and he has seen countless bloody storms. Your father may not have any other skills, but I am too sensitive to murderous intentions. These people are all murderous without blinking an eye. Kill the star?"

Yun Kuohai patted his son's daughter's hand and sighed for a while. He seemed to be excited when he spoke, and there was even a hint of panic on his face. He stared at the boss and looked at Yunmengsi and said loudly:

"You can't feel the strong and substantive evil spirit in this man named Di Ping. How many killings does it take to accumulate to this level?"

"Dad, your judgment is wrong. If they really had a chance to kill us as soon as they met, why did they wait until now?"

Yun Mengsi did not agree with her father's approach, but shook her head and said slowly.

"How could it be wrong? Your dad's intuition is not wrong!"

Yunkuohai's unequivocal way.

"Dad, you're not an Awakened, you don't understand, the suffocating energy on the few people just now should have been accumulated by hunting mutant animals. Among them, the one with the bow had a strong murderous aura, while the others didn't kill them. How many people have passed!"

Yun Mengsi shook her head, looking at her father and explained helplessly.

"Really?"

Yun Kuohai looked puzzled.

"Yes, I can't be wrong!"

Yunmeng nodded.

"Then let's go back..."

Yun Kuohai asked in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Yun Mengsi leaned back, looked at her father's uncertain face, and said slowly with a pity: "However, we may have missed a great opportunity?"