"What were your jobs before this?"
"High school student."
"Assembly line worker, if that counts as a profession."
In a registration room, Chen Chaoyang and his companion nonchalantly watched the registrar, one bouncing his leg and the other munching on crisps, not showing the registrar any respect.
But the registrar was used to this, being a regular human himself and unwilling to risk confronting them. If he annoyed Chen Chaoyang and his companion, they might kill him on a whim, and Yan Zhaofeng wouldn't have said a word.
That was the brutal reality of the apocalypse! Ordinary people were cannon fodder, New Humans were butchers!
All he could do was to quickly classify them by level. Once their training started, someone would take them down a peg, making sure they'd straighten up!
