"Everyone heard, right?" Fatty turned around, surveying the crowd.
The response to Fatty was a deeply muted gasp. The warriors clenched their jaws so tightly that they creaked.
Most of the people present had family in Puluo Town. Wives, children, parents; that was their home, the most central and precious thing in their lives. Before coming to Puluo Town, they had already lost many relatives. If they lost even this last bit of family, they would have nothing left!
Fatty wiped his swollen lips with his sleeve, swooping down on the ground: "Do I need to tell you what to do?"
There was still deadly silence. In the chilling night, the faces of the warriors were calm and unperturbed, but under the reflection of the campfire, there was clearly a grimace akin to wolves baring their teeth.
In the night, the surrounding towering Mechas cast long shadows, like steel monsters.
Standing next to the Mechas was a group of disjointed men.
