"I want to go home. I want to go home. I have to get home."
"I can finally leave this damned place. Ah Fen, wait for me. I'm coming back right now."
"My child, I want to go home and see my child."
The people who had been forcibly brought to the camp had finally found a possible chance to escape.
Ignoring their physical exhaustion, they rushed toward the camp's main gate, jostling with one another.
Their hearts were filled with hope for the future and longing for home.
They couldn't help imagining themselves already back home. The feeling of peace excited some of them so much that tears welled in the corners of their eyes.
Just then, they saw a man built like an iron tower walking in through the gate.
His body was enormous, as if every inch of muscle were filled with power. His skin was dark, like basalt that had remained unfrozen for a thousand years, and a cruel, savage grin spread across his face.
"Little white mice, where do you think you're going?"
"Get back inside, or don't blame me for being rude!"
The people charging forward couldn't help stopping when they saw the man.
"It's him."
"That demon!"
"He's the one who killed my brother."
"I'm going to avenge my brother!"
Those who had weapons immediately raised their guns and opened fire. After the Cataclysm, the surface had been thrown into turmoil. Even ordinary civilians had long since learned how to use firearms.
In an instant, seven or eight automatic rifles fired in a crossfire, their muzzles' leaping flashes illuminating the people's faces.
Behind them, Wang Li poked his head out cautiously. When he saw the man blocking the gate, he cried out in alarm.
"It's Cao Zhen, the camp supervisor. He's very strong.