"I already told you, I'm a very kind person."
"I never kill people, and I can't stand seeing anyone commit suicide in front of me."
"So."
"What I just did counted as saving lives and healing the wounded. It's not too much to ask you to thank me, is it?"
Wang Ye's voice remained gentle, carrying a hint of warmth that made people feel at ease when they heard it.
But the two of them were terrified.
Once they learned that even death had become a luxury beyond their reach, people would instinctively imagine all the things they feared most.
Those afraid of snakes worried about being thrown into a pit of snakes.
Those afraid of the dark worried about being locked in a little black room.
It was human nature.
They were no different.
As they looked at Wang Ye now, it was as though they were looking at a demon from the abyss—one grinning viciously, wreathed in black mist, with blood-stained fingers.
"Th-thank you."
In the end, one of them could not bear the overwhelming pressure any longer and spoke.
Wang Ye nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it."
"You're from Scavenger City, right? I have a very good relationship with your boss."
"If we're talking about connections... well."
"Ge Hong calls me little brother. He should be Ge Hong's grandnephew, so that makes me his granduncle. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that."
"See? We're all family."
Wang Ye patted their shoulders. "But even brothers have to settle accounts clearly."
"I found my grandnephew's subordinates seriously injured in the Wasteland and used such precious pills to save you. You should know that Ge Hong spent his entire life refining those pills, and there were only two of them."
"So."
"Please take this list back to your boss. Tell