"Inhale."
In such a moment, Zhan Se didn't care about anything else. Slightly startled, she took several deep breaths of oxygen. She had to admit, in a critical time, this thing really did the trick. After a few breaths of oxygen, she immediately felt her breathing even out.
"Whew... Much better..."
As she said this, she turned her gaze to look at Iron Hand's profile.
"Brother Shou, where did you buy the oxygen bottle?"
Iron Hand didn't look at her. His gaze was fixed on the distant mountains; his face expressionless, his voice deep, "Bought it from a tourist."
Huh!
A tourist carrying an oxygen bottle up the mountain would need it themselves, right?
Before Zhan Se could respond, Ai Lun couldn't help but ask, "Hey, how could they be willing to sell you something they need to save their lives?"
Iron Hand looked at her, "If they didn't want to sell, they had to sell!"
"Uh..." Ai Lun was taken aback, staring at him in silence, "You didn't rob them, did you?"