Most of the people stood next to Yimu, while a small number stood next to the corpse.
Yi Mu turned around and sized up the people standing on his side.
Not seeing the person he wanted to see, he frowned, walked to the pregnant woman standing beside the corpse, and softly asked her, "Do you want to stay?"
The pregnant woman's husband stood in front of his wife, swallowed hard, and tried to remain calm: "My wife is about to give birth, and she can't handle the bumpy ride..."
Yi Mu interrupted him, looking only at the pregnant woman, "Doctor, come with me. Are you sure you want to stay here and not come with us?"
The pregnant woman was quite frightened by him; her lips moved, but she refused to speak.
Of course she was afraid. In the past, when technology was underdeveloped and there were no doctors to deliver babies, many people died during childbirth.
But she was also afraid to continue. She was tired of the ordeal along the way and really didn't want to move anymore.
Yi Mu straightened up, looked at her man, and said seriously, "I'll give you one more chance. Choose to leave together, or wait here to die."
The man's face darkened; he thought Yi Mu was threatening him.
As the sun rose higher, the smell of rotting corpses in the air grew stronger.
Yi Mu was feeling dizzy from the fumes. A little impatient, he said with his last bit of patience, "I told you to sit in the car in front. Keep an eye on her. Are you coming or not?"
The man was confused and didn't know what he meant.
The pregnant woman shook his hand, her face showing expectation.
The man was still hesitating.
Imu's patience had finally worn off, and he turned around.
The man shouted, "Let's follow the convoy!"
Yimu returned to the group and selected most of them to stand near the corpses.
These people are parasites, enjoying resources with a clear conscience but refusing to put in any effort.
Bringing these people along would be a burden, while those he kept behind were either skilled or self-aware, and even those who were not in good health helped the convoy with whatever they could.
The driver was originally on Yi Mu's side, but Yi Mu was the first to kick him out.
Yi Mu only had one thing to say to him: "Someone like you who wants everything and tries to please both sides will end up with nothing."
Like a reed on a wall, it's easily blown down by a gust of wind.
In the end, Yimu had fewer than ten people left.
All the young people were eliminated, leaving behind a single father with a child, a pregnant couple, a doctor, and a couple in their sixties.
The convoy was split into two, and Imur even agreed to leave the buses behind.
He had his eye on a minivan. Compared to the bulky buses with their hard, uncomfortable seats, minivans were easier to drive and more comfortable.
After they leave the prison, they will go back to pick up the bus before heading to the Major League Baseball.
He distributed the supplies and defined the areas where those people would be active in the next few days, and only then did Deng Zhi and the others leisurely come down.
Qi Zhen absolutely supports Deng Zhi. Yi Mu acted so presumptuously, completely disregarding Deng Zhi and him.
He spoke in an accusatory tone: "Isn't what you're doing going too far? You didn't even ask for our opinion."
Yi Mu took out the last cigarette from the pack, intending to light it, but suddenly stopped and walked up to Fan Yang.
He stared into Fan Yang's eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Light my cigarette."
Fan Yang's face was stiff. He groaned and couldn't control himself. He involuntarily took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette for him.
Yi Mu took a deep breath and blew a smoke ring at Qi Zhen's ugly face.
With his narrow eyes half-closed, Yi Mu's voice was cool: "Who do you think you are? Do I need to report to you about what I do?"
There was a sharp dagger in his eyes. Qi Zhen thought of the resolute way he shot the elite man, and thankfully shut his mouth.
He couldn't understand how Yi Mu had changed so much in just one night.
After finishing his cigarette, Yi Mu stubbed it out with his foot and tilted his head at Deng Zhi.
"I really didn't expect you to be so useless. If you don't have the ability, why did you boast to me in the first place, huh?"
Deng Zhi's face was pale, and she was speechless.
Yi Mu didn't want to look at her disgusting face.
With his hands in his pockets, he turned around and announced to the people behind him, word by word, with a firm and resounding tone: "From today onwards, I am the boss of the convoy. Come to me if you need anything."
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