"Sir, everyone has arrived."
Looking at those warriors whose eyes were full of bloodshot veins, Chen Qing nodded, "You brothers have worked hard."
Everyone puffed out their chests, standing ramrod straight, their voices booming like a large bell, "It's not hard work!"
Those words came from the heart; many of them used to dig for food in the fields or labored as dock workers struggling every day for two full meals and a little silver to provide for their wives and children. Life was mundane and uninteresting.
After this great disaster, everyone had experienced grim times and faced unprecedented fears, yet now they truly liked their lives deep down.
They were improving every day, feeling fresh hope each day; this life was very different from the numb existence they lived day after day in the past.
It was as if the childhood dreams of making a difference someday had returned.
