Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Looking at the sharpened agriculture tool beside the man and the knife attached to his waist, Sun Bahu crouched down with interest and leaned forward.
“T-Territory lord…my na is…my na is… Shi Shou…”
The man shivered upon eting Sun Bahu’s eyes as if he had seen sothing horrifying.
“What’s the use of your knife and tool? Why did you bring them into the city?”
With a smile, Sun Bahu picked up the agricultural tool from the ground and placed it in front of the man. Although he had a gentle voice, it made those who heard him terrified.
“I…I…I…”
Sun Bahu broke the agriculture tool as if it was a marshmallow and pulled out the knife from the man’s waist, crushing the blade into pieces.
The middle-aged man’s eyes widened, unable to process how a human like him could be so strong.
Sun Bahu had an excited expression after breaking the two weapons as if he wanted to try sothing else.
The man seed to have thought of sothing, and his whole body trembled in fear. Suddenly, a stench began to spread from his backside, and those beside him subconsciously stepped away.
“Hahaha! I think your na shouldn’t be Shi Shou in the future. It should be Slly…”
Sun Bahu laughed happily after seeing that he could easily scare another person into incontinence. Then, he stood up, lifted the middle-aged man with his hands, and threw him into the distance as if throwing garbage.
Whoosh!
The man flew six or seven ters away, landing heavily with his head smashing into the ground.
A stream of bright red blood seeped out from his forehead and instantly dyed the tiles made of bluestone red. The strong iron sll of blood was enough to determine that he would not survive his injuries.
Until death, the man could not grasp what he had done wrong and the reason for this fate.
He did not even have the ti to think about why he died at the hands of a human, his own territory lord, instead of a disaster or the hands of foreign races.
Instantly, the crimson red sunset in the sky overlapped with his blood and made those present dead silent to the point where even the sound of breathing could not be heard.
Only the whistles of the wind were left in the atmosphere.
In this silence, Sun Bahu nodded in satisfaction and dusted off his hands after feeling that his strength had overwheld everyone.
Soon, the people in the vehicles surrounding the camp quickly got off and surrounded them.
At the sa ti, a loudspeaker erged from the vehicle with a spike, and prerecorded audio began to play loudly.
“From now on, Origin Territory is entering a state of warti. Everyone, put down your weapons, keep your hands on your head and wait on the spot.
“From now on, Origin Territory…”
Buzz! Buzz!
The huge loudspeaker resounded and reached everyone’s ears.
With the loud sounds, refugees could be seen squatting on the ground with their hands on their heads within sight in less than half a minute.
After all the n had gotten out of the vehicles and completely taken control of the chaotic situation, the voice from the loudspeaker continued to echo throughout the territory.
“Now, there is a major announcent that involves the lives of and the predicant that our territory is currently facing.
“That’s right. Many people must have already known that the territory’s resource managers have stolen seventy percent of it. These materials have already been transported to other places and it’ll be impossible for us to reclaim them before the disaster.
“Unfortunately, the remaining thirty percent of the supplies won’t be enough for everyone to survive and it’ll only be able to barely sustain ten thousand people through this disaster.”
The announcent went straight to the point.
As soon as it began, it began to announce the greatest concern of the residents imdiately.
After hearing that 70% of the supplies had been stolen and that only 10,000 people could survive, there was an uproar in the previously silent territory.
However, the commotion only lasted for five seconds.
The burst of aggressive gunshots imdiately tad the crowd in an instant.
Unter the threats of weapons and their lives at stake, no one wanted to stand out and calmly face death.
“Rember, this announcent is rely to inform you, not to discuss with you.
“Out of the thirty thousand people still alive, so of us are destined to die during the winter. There is no way to change this outco, and it’s an inevitable fate.
“However, there is no need to worry because our territory lord is very generous and refuses to see such a tragedy. Thus, he has decided to take out his personal resources to improve the survival numbers by five thousand people.
“That is to say, fifteen thousand people will survive this winter. One person out of two will be able to survive.”
The announcent threw everyone into despair and gradually gave them hope.
After hearing that 15,000 people and one out of two people could survive, most people’s eyes filled with the desire to survive, and the desire to rebel had slightly diminished.
‘The odds of surviving are 50%.
‘It might just be .
‘Will the opportunity be mine if the person beside rebels now?
‘Wouldn’t my chances of survival increase if I kill the people around and bring the numbers down to 15,000? At the sa ti, it’ll reduce the competitive pressure after the disaster.’
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