Jordan Richards frowned, "Is it necessary?"
Davy Barnett sneered, "Mr. Dawson told us to allocate resources to them, so I'll give them!"
"As long as enough people die this time, even if we invite them next time, they won't dare to participate!"
Jordan Richards suddenly understood and continued, "But... only the bottom-level people will die, and not a single aristocratic young master. Is that reasonable?"
"What's unreasonable?" Davy Barnett couldn't help but laugh.
"The strength of the lower class is weak to begin with, and the weak will die. Are the stronger ones supposed to die instead?"
Jordan Richards suddenly realized, and couldn't help but secretly sigh, the old are cunning indeed.
So, Jordan Richards turned around and walked out.
He stood once more in front of the crowd and slowly said, "This journey will be fraught with danger, and the Association will do its best to ensure everyone's safety."
"Of course, if anyone is afraid, they can leave now."
