"Our homes were destroyed by the enemy, our loved ones perished in the war, and our homeland was scorched black by enemy fire. And what were we doing? Killing each other!"

“What’s most terrifying is not your ignorance and succumbing to worldly ways, but your stupidity in being instigated by others to turn against your former friends.” Yu Wei sighed and looked down at everyone. “You have friends, brothers, spouses, and relatives. You survived the bombing together. You should be grateful for that. Be grateful that you are still alive, and that your relatives, friends, brothers, and lovers are still alive.”

"As long as you are alive, there is hope; as long as your family is still here, your family will not fall apart; as long as your friends are still here, your heart will not be lonely."

"You should have faith in yourselves, unite and help each other, and work together to overcome the crisis."

Seeing that the pep talk had been enough, Yu Wei nodded in satisfaction and held out his hand to the thugs: "Let me see the supplies list you compiled."

"Here, here..."

The thug hurriedly took out the notebook and respectfully handed it to Yu Wei.

"The situation isn't too bad."

Yu Wei put away his notebook, clenched his fist and coughed lightly. The current situation is the worst possible scenario. In addition to extreme shortages of food and water, there is also a lack of medicine. In other words, they don't even have the most common cold medicine.

However, a leader who doesn't hide the truth is not a good leader.

A leader is someone who, even when there's only one grain of rice left in the rice bin, can smile and tell others, "It's okay, things are still fine," while simultaneously giving them a shot of adrenaline.

"I know that you all have homemade weapons at home, and you must have stockpiled food and water."

“There are no troops stationed here, and relying on the police is definitely not an option. Let’s find a few people to compile a list of addresses, and they can come with me to your homes tonight to bring the supplies. We’ll hold out for a few days until reinforcements arrive.”

Yu Wei handed the notebook to the scarred man, telling him to quickly organize his men.

“During this special period, I hope everyone will treat each other specially and stop distinguishing between ‘you’ and ‘me.’ Supplies will be distributed uniformly. Those with combat capabilities will be organized into defense teams to be responsible for security here and finding supplies. Those without combat capabilities will be responsible for taking care of the wounded and children.” After a pause, Yu Wei still felt it was necessary to give them another pep talk. “I believe that as long as we unite, we can work together to overcome difficulties, defeat the enemy, and protect our homeland.”

Having said that, he raised his arms and shouted, "Justice will prevail! Peace will prevail!"

"Justice will prevail! Peace will prevail!"

"Justice will prevail! Peace will prevail!"

"..."

The shouts grew louder and louder, and the indignant crowd was finally guided onto the right track. Yu Wei clutched the documents in his pocket with mixed feelings.

He wanted to escape this identity, yet he carried his identity document with him at all times. He hated this identity, but he had no choice but to use it to solve problems.

Without this identity, he might have died in the rioting crowd long ago.

He both despises and exploits others; he's truly despicable.

“Yu Wei, I didn’t expect that to be your real name.” The boss smiled and extended his hand. “Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Mondor Lacaja. You can call me Mon.”

"Lakaya? Is that a surname?" Yu Wei was very puzzled. He quickly stretched out his hand and scratched his head embarrassedly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

“I understand.” Montor smiled and explained, “I prefer my first name to this surname.”

“I see.” Yu Wei said thoughtfully, “I once met someone named Lakaya, and I thought that was his name.”

"The person you've met is my brother, Mond Lakaya. He likes to be called Lakaya."

Meng smiled, and Yu Wei finally understood from his explanation.

The Lakaya family is an ancient and mysterious family living on the fourth planet. They possess a superpower passed down through generations—telekinesis, also known as magnetic field control.

At the same time, the patriarch of the family also served as the high priest and national advisor of the Etolan Empire, in charge of all religious and sacrificial work.

To prevent fratricide, each clan leader can only have one descendant, and each family can only have one child.

However, his father violated this rule by having several illegitimate children while raising two children. He was tortured and expelled from the family, and died not long after.

Of course, these are all past events he keeps buried deep in his heart and doesn't want to talk about. He won't speak of them, nor does he need anyone's pity.

Therefore, he only briefly introduced his family and remained silent about everything else.

"I see, no wonder you look so alike."

"Does it look similar?" Montau smiled, then lowered his head and muttered, "It should look very similar."

“Apart from the eyes, their facial features and hair color are very similar.” Yu Wei thought for a moment, then tilted his head and said, “Your eyes are like a calm and vast sky, while his are like a blooming red rose.”

“His eyes are red, just like my mother’s.” Meng smiled as he looked at the ceiling. “The sky and red roses, a very vivid metaphor.”

"I'm not going to say anything more, I'm going to go see how their statistics are going."

"If you have time, you can go to the supermarkets and shops on the street first, where you can find more things."

"Haha, is that so? Then I'll have to trouble you to lead the team there." Yu Wei shrugged and spread his hands. "There's no way around it, we're short-handed right now."

They need not only food, but also weapons to defend themselves.

There are definitely orcs among the rebels, and if they discover this place, the consequences will be unimaginable.

To prevent the survivors from killing each other, he must keep the weapons in his own hands.

"No problem." Meng stretched. "I haven't exercised in a long time. I don't know if I can keep up with you guys."

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