A Little Incident on Woody's Back

Give you food, give you the Old Street Armor, then take you away?

Tom looked at Liang Pingchuan's self-righteous face and found it somewhat ridiculous. After two months of the apocalypse, it seemed that his past arrogance had not been eroded. That arrogance, built on the hierarchical relationship of money contracts, was still intact.

"Manager Liang, or should I say, Liang Pingchuan, don't forget that two months ago you were shouting about making me wear small shoes and sweeping me out of the company. But now, I no longer need the salary from the company where you work to survive. So what gives you the right to make so many arrogant demands of me?"