The farce ended, and Su Sigui walked up to the group of survivors. Just as she was about to say something, the hall door was thrown open, and Yan Xing, his eyes heavy with fatigue, stepped in, followed by three or four others.
Su Sigui looked towards the entrance, raised an eyebrow, and walked over to them. The middle-aged man with glasses behind Yan Xing, smiling and slightly bowing towards her in greeting, moved to the forefront of the survivors and began to address them enthusiastically.
The man was eloquent, his voice filled with convincing authority. Clearly, he was a talent that Su Sigui had gathered during the apocalypse, specifically for the purpose of brainwashing her followers. After today, this man, as expected, would no longer have any value alive, and it would be his time to die!
