The female white-collar workers didn't believe it. Before witnessing the Conquerors' might, their wariness toward the Vietnamese man stemmed solely from his male identity.
"I can protect you all!" The Vietnamese man waved his hand and slapped the curvy backside of one of the white-collar women with a loud smack. He then brought his hand to his nose and sniffed. "So fragrant. Is it Chanel No. 5?"
"Help us!" One of the white-collar women looked to Tang Zheng for help.
Aside from their shared nationality, Tang Zheng's handsome appearance quickly earned him goodwill among them.
Given what had happened to the two white-collar workers, the Chinese newbies began to gather spontaneously, while the Southeast Asians grouped according to nationality.
"Can we stop this and figure out a way to get out of here first?" The red-haired man suggested. "We're all Conquerors, so stop pretending you're big shots!"
