The Sixth Game: All Things Grow 17

The middle-aged man's gaze swept up and down between Wen Nannan and Lu Huai. "Or you can hand over the clothes you're wearing," he suggested.

The fabric looked undeniably sturdy, covering them completely while also appearing lightweight and easy to move in.

In this forest, where even a casual scratch from wild grass could swell into a large bump, having such clothes was simply a dream.

For now, it's still not possible to go out. "Uncle, may I ask if this basement belongs to you?" Wen Nannan inquired politely.

"No, but we got here first," the middle-aged man replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh..." If she were alone, she might have paid the toll. But with her Brother Lu by her side, she felt secure.

As the saying goes, with a big shot to rely on, one can enjoy the shade under a tree and not worry about the sky falling.

Wen Nannan pulled out a pistol from her pocket. "Uncle, would you like some iron peanuts?"