This was actually Wen Xishu's first time encountering a game that required so many people.
Honestly, if he had to open thirty jars in succession himself, he had no confidence he would survive.
But with his Magic Resistance higher, he felt that shadow from earlier might not necessarily be able to devour him.
Besides, he still had Upside Down.
If it were NPCs dying, that would be fine. There'd be no burden at all. But the ones dying are people from the Bunker, and that affects me somewhat.
These were Wen Xishu's thoughts.
The others were also influenced by such considerations to some extent. Sending people to their deaths was, after all, somewhat cruel.
Fang Tianhen said:
"I don't really know how to manage people... damn it, I'm a bastard myself, and the bunch under me are all bastards too. Tell them to go die... they might not do it."
This was a very real issue.
When Fang Tianhen selected people, he picked those who looked like they had nothing but brute strength, because he was that sort of person himself, and he was good at dealing with people like that.
But it was hard to establish authority in such a short time. Convincing his people to go to their deaths would be difficult.
Everyone's gaze had actually landed on Ling Fu.
Ling Fu had been smiling all along, but now his smile was gone.
Ling Fu had initially planned to hold the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled hostage to demand special privileges.
He was exploiting everyone's kindness toward the vulnerable. When a crowd was large enough and mostly consisted of vulnerable people, the argument "I'm weak, so I'm in the right" would emerge.
But now, Ling Fu had gotten a taste of Wen Xishu's methods.
"Letting