Gambling Duel Space.
Radiation Rift No. 97.
In a thousand-person tribe called Red Stone, several dazed-looking survivors were led into a crude shack by four gaunt men. They huddled together in a corner that could barely keep out the wind and rain.
"Watch these people. I'll go get the tribe chief!"
After glaring at the survivors trembling on the floor, one of the four men quickly left.
If this scene had taken place outside, it would have looked very strange.
After all, judging by their builds alone, even the frailest among the dozen or so survivors was clearly stronger than these four men.
Yet the truth was that, on the way here, they had already tried to resist more than once. Each time, however, the other side had needed only one man to subdue them with ease.
"Brother Gong, there are only three of them left now. Should we—"
Seeing the three men who had stayed behind casually walk to the sheltered spot outside the shack, the survivors immediately grew restless. Everyone turned their eyes toward a dignified man with a broad forehead standing in the center.
"No. Even with only three left, we're still no match for them!"
Gong Manting shook his head slightly, his eyes flickering. "Besides, even if we ran out now, where could we go? This world is completely different from the wasteland we know. We have to blend in as quickly as possible."
"I have a feeling that the longer we delay this step of integrating ourselves, the more likely it is that some unpredictable consequences will arise!"
Gong Manting had been one of the people who followed Su Mo from shortly after the beginning of the previous Myriad Paths Competition all the way to its end.
After Gong Manting finished speaking, everyone present shrank