Life's twists and turns were always wondrous.
People you thought you would never see again somehow crossed paths with you once more.
When they had first met last night, the scavengers had looked like a pack of savages—the fierce, spear-wielding cannibal tribe kind—
But this time, they had become quails shrinking their necks and trembling.
It was all the Special Management Department's fault, guilty beyond redemption.
Look how badly they had scared them—
Thinking this, Bai Zhou reached into his clothes.
That movement terrified the scavengers even more. He was pulling out a gun, wasn't he? No matter how they thought about it, he had to be pulling out a gun!
This slaughter god, his eyes red from killing, would probably pull out a gun the next second and casually mow every last one of them down.
"Elder Brother! Sir! We were wrong!"
One cowardly scavenger—the one who had yelled "0i0i" the fiercest when he first saw Bai Zhou last night—
Dropped to his knees with a thud.
"We really know we were wrong!"
Snot and tears streaming down his face, he cried, "We shouldn't have driven you away last time! And we definitely shouldn't have pointed steel rebar at you.
"It's just that our place was too stinky and too filthy. It wasn't worthy of you!"
He had set a good example for the others.
The scavengers all followed suit, wailing and crying to the heavens before Bai Zhou with such heartfelt sincerity.
Bai Zhou:
6.6.
Anyone who knew would know they were begging for mercy.
Anyone who didn't would think Bai Zhou had died.
It was like mourning at a grave.
He had the strange feeling that he had already been cremated to ashes and was about to marry someone—
Though the other half was still nowhere to