Cao Xianming fell silent for a moment, then gave Lao Zhang a slight nod.
Lao Zhang immediately stepped forward and said gravely:
"You can join. We'll give you a free meal today."
"But starting tomorrow, you either go out and gather supplies yourselves or work for the convoy in exchange for food."
"Our convoy doesn't feed freeloaders!"
Such lenient terms went far beyond what the six had expected.
Wild joy instantly spread across their faces, and they kowtowed repeatedly. "Yes! We're willing!"
The remaining details of settling them in were left to the convoy manager, Lao Zhang, and the convoy assistant, Xiao Ma.
Cao Xianming immediately gathered all the Transcendents into a circle for an emergency meeting.
No one spoke. The air seemed to have frozen.
Cao Xianming's face was paler than a corpse. His lips parted, and his voice sounded as though it had been forced through clenched teeth:
"It looks like our earlier suspicions were right."
He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"The Paper Craftsman Sequence bears extreme malice toward every survivor convoy. They're hunting!"
"They lure people in with false information about supplies. If someone refuses to take the bait, they send out the Paper Army to surround and slaughter them!"
"We've been exposed now. We have to leave immediately!"
"If the main force of the Paper Army surrounds us, we'll end up just like the Doomsday Convoy!"
As his words fell, everyone felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.
They had heard firsthand accounts of the Doomsday Convoy's horrific fate-dismembered bodies strewn everywhere, rivers of blood, not a single survivor left.
"We're just going to run?"
Wang Ying's face was pale and her lips trembled, but she still gritted her teeth, her voice shaking:
"Those bastards from