Lin Xia possessed the self-serving mindset essential for a superior, never engaging in actions that offered no benefits.
Unable to discern the clear situation, they wouldn't rashly cast aside their bets.
Especially during the apocalypse, it made these superiors tread even more carefully.
Each decision exhausted their brain cells.
"My father, he too wanted to strive to make F City the greatest fortress of the apocalypse."
"You could laugh at him for overestimating himself, but he also saved a lot of survivors."
"In our F City, there were also many survivors who found the chance to continue living."
"No matter what, he didn't deserve to die."
Lin Zhigang was in immense pain, still maintaining the posture of crouching and holding his head, he painfully said to Hua Mi:
"What do you want me to do? How do you want me to choose? If I let you and your child go, my father will die."
"But how can I lay a hand on a mother and two babies in their cradles?"
"How should I choose?"
