Luo Lan did not know that Qing Zhen had already ordered people to start looking for him, nor did he know that Qing Zhen was facing subjugation by the consortium's board of directors. He only knew the distant sweet potatoes smelled good.
He looked over to his trusted aide next to him and said, "Well… Tang Zhou, go and see if there are any more sweet potatoes that they haven't dug up from the field."
His trusted aide whose name was Tang Zhou said, "Why don't we just take some from them?"
"What do you know?" Luo Lan scolded angrily, "Am I that kind of person? If the consortium wants me to kill those from the Pyro Company right now, I would do it without batting an eyelid. But what would they say about me if it gets found out that I snatched food from a group of escapees?"
"But the sweet potato field has already been dug clean by them," Tang Zhou said awkwardly.