"Okay, next."
Chen Miao, holding a revolver, walked up to the next man seeking explanation, "It's your turn, how do you want to play?"
"Can I not play?"
"If you don't want to play, what are you standing here for?"
"I want to join the Tomb Guardians, is that possible?"
"..."
Chen Miao fell silent for a while before shaking his head and saying, "The 'Tomb Guardians' are full, we're not recruiting at the moment, if there's nothing else, next."
...
Soon.
It didn't take long.
All the men demanding an explanation had received one, except for the first two, the others chose to back down, and they all signed letters of understanding. After all, not many dared to gamble with their lives.
The people on the wasteland gradually dispersed.
This matter also came to a temporary dramatic conclusion.
