Zhang Chong looked at them with a guarded demeanor, scoffed coldly, and appraised them without concealing his gaze, then swept his eyes toward the workers sitting there, "Surely everyone here has come to terms with it, we're as good as dead. But as the saying goes, 'to die under a peony flower is to be a romantic ghost.' Since we're going to die anyway, fate hasn't treated us poorly—it even brought a few delicate girls to accompany us. If we don't seize this opportunity, wouldn't we be letting down Heaven's kindness?"