"I... I patrol every day, killing zombies!" Gavin Lewis puffed out his chest.
"Patrolling? Killing zombies? Isn't that the most basic duty of every member of this stronghold?" Josie Quinn eyed him coldly. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do? You take the food, water, and safe shelter provided by the stronghold, do your part, and suddenly you think you're some kind of hero?"
They were speechless. Josie continued, "You wanted fairness, and I gave you fairness. I'm not taking a single one, and you still question me. If that's the case, then you're better off going back to where you belong. Jude Sheffield..."
Without a word, Jude Sheffield stepped out from behind the crowd, his eyes cold.
"Throw them out of the stronghold."
After acknowledging the order, Jude Sheffield immediately moved to carry it out, bringing his men to herd them outside.
The four of them looked as if they had been struck by lightning, their faces instantly turning as pale as a sheet.
