C98 The Town Ran into Each Other by Chance

In the noodle shop, talking and struggling to carry the bag, was a man in his thirties.

He was dressed decently. He was wearing a small black suit and big leather shoes.

He looked like a civilian.

This kind of person, if it were before the apocalypse, would definitely not do such manual labor like carrying noodles.

But now, being forced by his livelihood