A bunch of bastards!
The middle-aged man looked at those young fools, unable to keep anger from rising in him.
He pulled out a pistol and fired into the sky.
Bang, bang!
"I'm telling you, this is real! I'm not joking with you!"
"The aliens are here to torment us, not to make friends!"
As a result, the very next moment, the plaza of over a thousand people emptied in an instant!
"Ah! He's killing people!"
"Run!"
"I came out to have fun, not to get shot!"
"I'm immortal! I don't want to die that soon!"
The crowd scattered for their lives.
The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.
Wenren Sheng, however, thought it was perfectly normal.
These people were all immortals.
As immortals, they naturally weren't willing to risk their lives.
For short-lived people, risking their lives carried great value.
After all, they only had a few decades to live. Taking one gamble, staking their lives for a one-in-ten chance at wealth and status, was worth it.
At least for the rest of their days, they could live like human beings.
Was it better to live like a person for ten years, or like livestock for fifty?
As long as many people had experienced a life worse than an animal's, they would firmly choose the former.
Don't forget, even when many people had enough to eat and wear, they still became depressed and chose to end themselves.
Let alone those lives like livestock, getting beaten every day.
And now, these immortals had it far too good.
It could be said that this whole group had come looking for thrills.
And now he wanted these people to pick up guns and face aliens.
How was that possible?
Besides, when they saw that the middle-aged man had really fired, they were naturally afraid.