It was clear, Xiang City Base was sending them a message.
If they really rebelled at this time, in fact, they wouldn't be able to defeat these people from Xiang City Base.
But if they accepted these seeds, in the future, Xiang City Base would require them to farm and wouldn't provide any humanitarian aid.
The survivors fell silent one by one.
A deathly silence.
Unconsciously, they all bowed their heads, their eyes downcast, hiding the hatred in their eyes.
This matter, it seemed, had become insoluble.
Yang Honglin also didn't wish to nag them anymore.
He jumped down from his vehicle, climbed inside, and with a cold expression, drove away from Xiang City Base North.
He still had many things to do.
As soon as Yang Honglin left, the remaining stranded survivors began to whisper among themselves.
Some were visibly panicked,
"What do we do now? By the looks of it, Xiang City Base really doesn't plan to care for us anymore."
