"Alright, He Zheng, if we kill them, we'll have fewer people. Besides, they might get a chance like we did."
A sinister-looking man beside stopped the tall one, glancing at the people in the team, he said, "Drive them up there. If one less, you won't get your contribution tonight and will have to give an extra offering."
A few of them shuddered and immediately responded, "We won't let them get away."
"Quick, get on the truck, put your hands together, and behave."
The beaten individuals were pushed onto the pickup, their hands bound.
They all had clear marks of the Book of Blood Spirit on their hands, but they dared not resist, clearly because the people before them were more powerful.
"Miao Wei, there are fewer and fewer people, the camp in the south seems to have a formidable group."
