Chen Feng's words were like a sharp blade, piercing through everyone's hearts. Looking at the corpses on the ground, some people retched and vomited, but even so, not a single person protested.
Obey, or die.
Without unnecessary explanation, Chen Feng used facts to illustrate the cost of breaking the rules.
Chen Feng would not keep a group of useless people; those who wanted to live under his protection had to show some sincerity.
The apocalypse was brutal. These people had already lost at the starting line. In their current state, they would only become fodder for monsters on the streets.
So, they had to learn how to become true Warriors.
From ancient times to the present, rulers needed a foundation of bones to ascend to power.
Ding Liang lay on the ground, eyes wide open, dying with regret. Before the apocalypse, he was a venerable board member, completely controlling the lifeblood of the school.
