In any group of social animals, there was always a "leader." Whether it was a wolf pack in the wild or humanity, the greatest plague in nature, this was always the case.
The alpha wolf determined the development and survival of its wolf pack, while the leaders of human nations, large and small, determined their countries' futures.
In another world, there was a saying: "Capture the bandits' leader first." This saying applied perfectly to creatures of this kind.
If the alpha wolf died in battle, the wolf pack would soon scatter and flee.
Whether they fled to preserve their strength and return to select a new alpha wolf or not, the wolf pack would lose its fighting power for a short time.
The same was true for humans. As long as the person leading them was "taken out," everyone else in the group would lose their courage!
Looking at the vagrant who had been strung up, the other vagrants had already lost the courage to continue resisting.
Those dark gun barrels made them feel estranged from the Federation and everything here.
Was this still Federation territory?
Why could these people take other people's lives without restraint?
The foreman walked up to them again, wearing a smug smile, as if he were saying—
"This is what happens when you refuse to obey!"
He coughed twice. "It looks like we can have a proper talk about the rules now."
"Besides Mr. Nick, there are also ... and ... on this construction site, as well as several technical Working Groups."
"These people and teams have a great deal of authority. If you defy their orders..."
He jerked his chin toward the vagrant who had been strung up. "See him?"
"That's your example!"
"But if you cooperate with everyone's work, you'll receive free food,