Consider it.
Who would dare not consider it?
How was this any different from holding a gun to someone's forehead and asking whether they wanted to be a good person?
If they stubbornly answered, "I refuse," they would be shot dead the very next second.
After seeing that Song Yao was an Ability User, the remaining people exchanged looks for a while before silently lowering their weapons.
A gaunt, haggard-looking man in his forties, who appeared utterly exhausted, was the first to toss aside the wooden club in his hand. He stepped forward and said, "I'm willing to go back with you."
"Good!"
Song Yao answered loudly, looking at him with approval. "Yangyao Base is willing to accept every good comrade who sees the error of his ways."
"Chen Jinpeng, have you forgotten—"
A man behind him started to say something excitedly.
Song Yao swept him with a sharp glance. The man fell silent at once and lowered his head timidly.
The man named Chen Jinpeng seemed to recall something terrifying because of those words. His entire body shuddered, and only after gritting his teeth did he say, "But I can't just leave like this. Could you help me with something?"
In the apocalypse, human relationships had grown cold. Most people could barely take care of themselves; who would be willing to meddle in someone else's business?
Yet Song Yao said gently, "Please, tell me."
"My daughter is being held captive in a building nearby..."
Chen Jinpeng hunched his back and timidly glanced at another man among their group, one with bulging muscles and a vicious face. His voice trembled as he said, "I need to rescue my daughter first and leave with her."
The man Chen Jinpeng had looked at had not lowered his weapon. The moment he was