Only three will remain…
Chen Ge's heart chilled. Considering the situation, being abandoned probably meant death.
"Go over there. You still haven't earned the right to sit with us," the fifth person on the right said. He was closest to Chen Ge, and he eyed him with interest. "I like your mask."
Chen Ge ignored him and walked to stand beside the three new members.
"No. 1, continue your story. This time, no one will interrupt you." The first man on the left seemed to be the backbone of the society; his word was the law.
The new member dubbed No. 1 looked old. He was wearing a black mask that covered his whole face, but it exposed his white hair. His limbs were slender, and he looked weak. His skin was sagging, and old people's spots could be seen on his exposed arms.
"Then I shall continue the story." No. 1 coughed. He had a habit of waving his arm around when he spoke, so he gave people a humorous feeling.
