"Opportunity comes only once, I can guarantee that one of you will not have to suffer."
The children showed no reaction, only incessantly rubbing their little hands, bruised and darkened by the ice and snow, and their little feet pressing onto the icy surface. Among the twenty-three children, not one understood what the bald, short man was exactly saying, except for the associates with knives hanging from their waists.
Being able to follow this Seventh Uncle is a blessing not achievable in several lifetimes!
Among these twenty-three children, one was destined to stand out, because Seventh Uncle was here, this was the common thought in the hearts of all the associates present.
But not a single child moved, except for the one who fainted.
"Since no one is speaking, we'll just wait here. Without anyone volunteering, we can only wait for the survival of the fittest."
