Ren Zhong blinked, lightly resting his right index finger on his left wrist watch, then nodded, "Yes. Every small town's wastelanders are top-notch cheap labor. Although the people from the wastelander tribes outside are also cheap, they're more rebellious, lack basic knowledge, and aren't very useful for work."
Ma Dafu was taken aback, initially wanting to say that Ren Zhong was inconsistent, but his gaze quietly drifted over Ren Zhong's wrist watch, vaguely understanding.
He suddenly realized that Ren Zhong was scheming something even bigger. Ren Zhong's gaze had actually drifted past Starfire Town, landing on a further place.
This made him feel both fearful and inexplicably excited.
Amidst these complex and intertwined emotions, Ma Dafu nodded, speaking in a way that carried hidden meanings, "My incompetence indirectly caused the deaths of so many people. I truly want to do more."
