"Understood." Several scattered voices echoed from the survivors on the grounds.
Tang Ye furrowed his brows, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Good! Good! Good! Every one of you, raise your guns!"
After saying "good" three times, Tang Ye issued his order. Huang Quanjiu and other eight newcomers, as well as dozens of others, were slightly startled at first, but they soon raised their guns, aiming at the survivors right in front of them.
Panic spread across the faces of the survivors, and murmurs stirred through the crowd.
