Thinking of this, everyone looked at Lin Baici, and some of the more impulsive had already run over to express their gratitude.
Wang Mingfu stood in his place, his face etched with loss.
Today, he had been ruthless, issuing many orders that sent people to their deaths, deciding when to use strawmen at his own whim.
Listening to the screams and wails of those being pecked by the Man-Eating Crows, Wang Mingfu felt his heart palpitate with fear and trepidation, but he told himself it was to save others.
Yes, some people died, but many more survived.
He had saved a lot of people; he was their hero!
Wang Mingfu consoled himself in this way to alleviate the guilt that came with killing; he was looking forward to the moment when he would lead everyone out of this flesh forest and receive their heartfelt thanks.
But now, there was none!
