Chapitre 1213: The Flag Above Pan-Asia

Starving survivors gathered together next to the shed at the city gate and eyed the food hungrily. However, only those that participated in defending the city could sit here and eat.

In the envious sights of the group, a mercenary with his back straight, filled a bowl of congee, took the buns and pickles before sitting down beside a wooden table.

Sitting beside him was a soldier in NAC uniform.

The mercenary was someone that couldn't keep his mouth closed. He was chewing on his bun while looking enviously at the minced meat in the congee.

"Your food is amazing. I can't believe you have congee and buns."

"This is nothing," the NAC soldier glanced at the mercenary as he said nonchalantly, but he could not hide the pride on his face. "In Wanghai, we eat fresh food. Only you will think this is good."

"Canned food is worthless in Wanghai City?" The mercenary's eyes widened as disbelief became written all over his face.