Chu Han appeared in the square with a group of people, and the originally bustling scene immediately boiled over. Shouts rose and fell like crashing mountains and tsunami waves, cheers and cries growing louder with each surge, accompanied by loud curses and verbal attacks.
Chu Han looked at the survivors before him. Most of them came from nearby small bases or refugee tribes. Their faces still bore the stains of the past year of the apocalypse; perhaps they had committed countless depraved acts. Yet because of the war, Wolf Fang had been forced to take them in.
No matter how filthy, vulgar, or inhuman they were...
"Heh!" A cold, emotionless sneer escaped Chu Han's lips. His gaze shifted away from the crowd and toward the fifty people not far ahead. Then a wanton, cruel smile suddenly curled across his face as he said softly, "We'll settle the spies and the refugees together."
The abrupt words came without warning, and his calm voice was drowned out by the commotion behind him. Yet precisely because Chu Han had not made a show of it, the effect was strangely the opposite. The survivors who had been shouting themselves hoarse fell silent. Compared to going mad, they now wanted more to know what Chu Han had said and what he intended to do.
Seeing the scene suddenly quiet down, the first-tier executives who had followed Chu Han out exchanged glances. They had not prepared any loudspeakers, nor had they forcibly silenced the crowd. They had assumed Chu Han would do something like smash the ground with his giant axe or tear down a building to intimidate them. Who would have thought that the strange silence had been caused by a sentence of his that no one had even heard clearly?
What had Boss Chu