The group was baffled when they saw that Chu Sheng had no intention of taking Zhou Dun to task.
In their minds, a convoy's Sequence Adepts were its leaders, as well as the people who maintained order within it.
Under the rules aboard the Train, when two survivors had a dispute that could not be settled, a Sequence Adept would step in and punish both of them without asking why.
Now someone had died, yet this convoy's Sequence Adept had simply brushed it aside.
Looking at the group, Zhou Dun knew exactly what they were thinking. Although his bait had failed to draw anyone else out, he did not think much of these people either.
After all, anyone who would get off the Train like this clearly lacked sense.
The law of nature was survival of the fittest, but human intervention had probably kept plenty of people alive who otherwise would not have survived.
Which was why there were so many idiots.
Chu Sheng paid no attention to what they were thinking.
Instead, he walked up to the pretty girl and asked, "You seem decent. Want to join my team?"
"Huh?!" The pretty girl froze at his words and pointed uncertainly at herself. "Me?"
"Yes." Chu Sheng nodded.
Seeing him nod, the pretty girl immediately brightened. But when she saw the document labeled "Contract" that Chu Sheng held out to her, she hesitated.
Although Chu Sheng was holding the document, she could still read its clauses.
She could not quite accept the terms. Although she did not think a contract had any use in the apocalypse, she did not want to deceive anyone.
After a brief hesitation, she looked at Chu Sheng and asked hopefully, "Can you take me back to my hometown?"
"Your hometown?" Chu Sheng frowned, unable to