Joining the army? That could wait.
They were on the verge of starving to death. Who could worry about the distant future?
Whether it was Little King Qin or Little King Chu, they would fill their bellies first and worry about the rest later!
All they wanted now was food!
Though their calves trembled from hunger and their vision swam, the line somehow remained orderly.
Because no one dared step out of line.
Beside the food storage chest lay seventeen or eighteen corpses, sprawled every which way.
Two days earlier, when these people first heard someone was coming to hand out free food, they had started scheming-wouldn't killing the workers and taking their money and food be a hundred times better than lining up like beggars at the Safe Zone exit?
Anyone with food to spare for charity certainly wasn't some dirt-poor wretch like them!
As for danger? Who cared!
How formidable could someone handing out relief in godforsaken Zone 14121 possibly be? They were no different from the woman running a cafeteria-ordinary people with a little extra strength, at most.
As for those lofty Sequence Ability Users? They wouldn't have imagined that even in their dreams!
They had it all worked out: after the robbery, they would hide in some out-of-the-way corner, wait for the fuss to die down, then go right back to living as they pleased.
Seeing the workers arrive in a vehicle only strengthened their resolve to kill and rob them-the people handing out food today were definitely rich, clueless marks!
Ignorance bred fearlessness.
The instant a worker bent down to undo the food chest's latch, those dozen or so people charged with howls.
Then everyone saw the worker who had spoken earlier casually wave a hand, without even fully turning around.
What happened next became