"Wait, wait." The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head. "I know the name of the person. If you let me go, I'll tell you."
Ray paused in his tracks.
"Whoever tells me first will not die."
"It's—" The middle-aged man hesitated, his teeth gritted. The big, healthy man looked on in despair because he had absolutely no clue.
"I… I don't want to die, but if I reveal the name, my usefulness will be gone, and I'll be killed anyway. If I don't say it, I'll die too."
The middle-aged man's thoughts were too filled with despair. "I still have a life to live. Damn this apocalypse. If I had known this day would come, I would have never pushed for war just for my own gain."
The man grumbled inwardly, secretly tightening his fist. As someone who once wielded immense political power, he was accustomed to the adoration and attention of both young and old girls. Nothing was lacking in his life: money, woman, power.
