After their leader said that, the others acknowledged it in unison. "Got it."
After discussing with his group, the man turned back to Yao Ran and said, "We want food, water, medicine, shoes, and clothes."
Noting the tattered state of their clothes and shoes, Yao Ran replied, "No problem. I can give you those, but answer my questions first."
The man sneered. "No supplies, no answers."
Seeing their hostility and wary expressions, Yao Ran decided to offer a little to ease their wariness. Making up her mind, she took out two kilograms of potatoes, two bottles of mineral water, and a pair of shoes from her space.
The moment the supplies appeared on the ground before her, the group's eyes lit up.
Yao Ran then took a few steps back to distance herself from the items and said, "Consider these a down payment. Now, will you answer my questions?"
The man motioned for two of his friends to collect the supplies, then asked, "What do you want to know?"
"What is today's date?" Yao Ran asked calmly.
At her question, the group exchanged glances in confusion.
The only woman among them muttered, "Has she been living in seclusion? How could she not know today's date?"
The others shook their heads, and the leader said, "She is very strange. We'd better answer quickly and leave as soon as possible."
Agreeing with him, they stopped whispering, and the man looked at Yao Ran. He then replied, "It's January 16."
Yao Ran frowned at his answer and thought, 'That means more than four months have passed since Gao Shuwei took me to the future. I wonder what happened while I was away.'
With that in mind, she looked at the man again and asked, "What is the current situation?"
The man's frown deepened at her second question, but he still replied, "Currently, more than a dozen bases have been established by the government and survivor groups on the new continent. The official base is welcoming survivors and is already producing food and water."
Yao Ran nodded and asked, "What about natural disasters? Has anything happened in the past five months?"
Just as she finished asking, the ground suddenly shook violently.
Rumble~! Rumble~!
As bursts of rumbling sounds came from all around, the man's expression changed.
"Get down! Cover your head!" he shouted.
Following his command, everyone dropped to the ground and covered their heads with their hands.
Instantly, a familiar scent filled her nose and she felt safe. "A Yu…" she whispered.
Hugging her tightly, Long Yu buried his face in the crook of her neck in silence. "Ran Ran, I finally found you."
Feeling something warm dampening her skin, Yao Ran gently patted his back and whispered, "Don't cry. I'm fine."
While they embraced each other, Shi Xuan turned to the group of survivors. Seeing their abilities aiming at Yao Ran, he narrowed his eyes dangerously and sneered, "Courting death."
Sensing the cold, murderous intent from him, the leader hurriedly put away the fireball and anxiously said, "Wait! Wait! We are not her enemies! We were just talking peacefully before you suddenly appeared out of nowhere!"
When Yao Ran heard this, she let go of Long Yu and turned to look at them.
Seeing that Shi Xuan was ready to fight, she quickly said, "Shi Xuan, he is right. I was just asking them a few questions before you two arrived."
After listening to her, Shi Xuan retracted his murderous intent and apologized to the man. He smiled and said, "Ah, I'm sorry if I offended you. I was just worried my friend was in danger."
Looking at Shi Xuan's smiling face and hearing his gentle words, the man couldn't help but swallow in fear. 'These three people are too dangerous. I need to leave immediately.'
With that in mind, he shook his head and said, "No problem. It's good that the misunderstanding has been cleared. Young Lady, since your friends are already here, we will take our leave. Good luck to you all."
As the man and his team began to leave with the items she had given them, Yao Ran called out, "Comrade, please wait for a moment."
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