"Everyone!"
At the edge of the city ruins, Biaozi slung the "Soaring Dragon Assault Rifle" on his back, holding a car blade fragment wrapped in cloth in his hand. As he quickly darted through the city ruins, he spoke with a sincere and hoarse tone.
"We've gotten along quite well in these past few days. Honestly, I know some of you might still not fully accept me, but I hope you understand one thing: once we leave the train, the danger index skyrockets."
"Regardless of your opinions of me, I hope we're a cohesive team out here. That's the only way we can return to the train safely."
"Do you all understand?"
His words fell.
"Understood."
Biaozi's old subordinates, Heiwa and another strong man, responded promptly, while the others followed suit, seriously responding in low voices. It wasn't their first day in the Doomsday scenario; they naturally knew how dangerous it would be if they couldn't cooperate in such an environment.
