Zhang Ren looked at Chen Fan, who now had a smile on his lips, and sighed inwardly.
Now, the entire stronghold rested on the shoulders of this young man alone. Many old, weak women and children were all relying on him for survival.
Even those in the Hunting Team were not much better off.
If it was a decade ago, no, even three years ago, he would have cursed such a person as a fool in his heart!
Using so many resources not on oneself but sharing them with others, especially in these end times, if not a fool, then what?
But when he was severely injured and became a cripple who could hardly move, recovering strength and having enough to eat became a luxury.
Someone appeared, sharing half of their food with him. Was such a person a fool?
Fortunately, he had now regained some of his strength. Although his ability was discounted due to one leg's inconvenience, it was enough to deal with martial artists below the Entry Force Realm.