The girls gritted their teeth, trying to remain calm. "You kill indiscriminately, harm the innocent, and do all sorts of heinous things. Aren't you afraid of being punished one day?"
The bald man smirked, "Karma? Haha, you guys are really cute!"
Want to argue? Then go find our superiors.
But I remind you, you will have to endure much more suffering before you can see him.
The girls were filled with fear and despair as they faced a powerful threat.
But they know that their only option now is to persevere and search for a glimmer of hope.
"We will never give in! We believe in the power of justice, and someone will surely expose your crimes." The girls' voices were filled with unwavering conviction.
The bald man laughed mockingly, "Naive! What right do ignorant girls like you have to talk about justice? Only the strong can decide whether something is just or not."
"No...I don't want to go out!"
No matter how much the girls struggled, they were still dragged out of the hall, but their faith remained unshaken.
In the darkness, they prayed silently, hoping that someone could save this oppressed world.
Two more girls were taken away. More than a hundred people who were imprisoned sat together, their faces haggard and their clothes tattered.
They exchanged weary glances and remained silent for a while.
"I really want to help those two poor girls, but when I think about the dozens of people who were killed last time I helped them, sigh!"
"What should we do?" a young man asked in a low voice, his voice filled with utter despair.
"There's nothing we can do but wait or look for other solutions."
People are being dragged away from this place every day. There's no law here anymore. I can't stay here any longer.
A tall, bearded middle-aged man spoke in a deep voice, seemingly accustomed to the harsh environment.
"But we have no weapons, we have no ability to resist at all." A girl lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
"We can unite and help each other."
"Only by uniting can we defeat these villains." An old man said firmly, his eyes revealing a strong belief in hope.
"But how can we find a way out?" The young man's voice was filled with helplessness and fear.
"We can look for a good opportunity to try and kill those people and escape from here," a thin boy encouraged everyone.
"I think we can also try to make a deal with those bad people."
Perhaps we can exchange some valuable resources for our freedom. A glint of shrewdness flashed in the eyes of a taciturn middle-aged man.
That makes sense, we can give it a try.
We must find a way to convince them that we are useful and worth trading with. The old man nodded in support of the plan.
The conversation gradually became more heated, and although everyone was filled with fear and despair, they were still searching for the faintest clues of hope.
They began discussing how to make a deal with the wicked and find resources that could buy their freedom.
"Lord Jun, do you think their deal will succeed?" Shangguan Wan'er felt that the chances were slim after hearing what those people were saying.
Hearing his girlfriend's words, Junjue found the behavior of those people somewhat amusing.
Those imprisoned here are barely able to save themselves; all they can offer are gold and silver, or they can sell their bodies.
Holding Wan'er's small hand tightly, he smiled and whispered, "They're all locked up here, what could they possibly be trading?"
In this world today, the most valuable things, besides food, are all kinds of weapons.
They're locked up here and can't get it out. Do you think they'll succeed?
“That makes sense, then we’d better not participate.” After Wan’er finished speaking, she pulled Junjue aside to sit down, and then sat next to him and knocked the two dogs to the ground.
Seeing that group of people huddled together discussing something, she leaned close to her boyfriend's ear and whispered:
"The two little guys haven't eaten all day, I'll find a chance to feed them."
"Alright! Is Wan'er hungry? Lie in my arms and secretly eat something to fill your stomach!"
After saying that, regardless of whether the other person was hungry or not, he directly hugged her, took off his sports jacket to block the view of the group of people, and then took out the bread from his spatial storage and gave it to her.
Wan'er lay in the other's arms, touched, and took the cream and pork floss bread. While everyone was still discussing, she secretly ate it.
Junjue stuffed the two dogs directly into his coat, then took out a bowl of dog food and let them and his girlfriend sneak a bite there.
It's okay if I'm hungry, but my girlfriend is injured and can't go hungry, otherwise when will her injury heal?
He dared to let his girlfriend suffer so much; when the time comes, he'll kick this den of wolves to the curb.
After feeding his girlfriend and two dogs, he watched the group still discussing something, then turned his back to the wall, covered himself with his clothes, and quickly ate two pieces of bread.
After that, Junjue and his girlfriend ate and drank their fill, then sat there watching the foolish behavior of a group of people.
Watch them work together to find resources and prepare items that can be traded.
Seeing that in the end, all they did was take off all the gold and silver jewelry from the young girls and noblewomen, Junjue and Wan'er were even more speechless.
Finally, they prepared some gold and silver jewelry that they thought were worth trading.
They offered what they considered their most precious possessions, hoping to exchange them for freedom and a glimmer of hope.
Around 6:30 p.m., the villains reappeared in front of the cell door and distributed one meal a day to a group of people.
Just as they were about to leave after distributing more than a hundred loaves of bread, they were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"Wait a moment!"
The bald men looked puzzled and turned around to ask in cold voices:
"What's up?"
"We have prepared some valuable items and hope to make a trade," the old man said with hopeful eyes.
The villains looked at these lowly prisoners with a hint of hesitation in their eyes.
They are not entirely cruel; it's just that in this apocalyptic world, survival has become more important than anything else.
"Alright, we agree to your deal. But first, show us your supplies and see if it's worth it," a bald man said softly.
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a surge of joy and quickly placed the prepared supplies on the ground, then looked at the other party with expectant expressions.
These things were the most valuable possessions they owned; each one represented their hope and freedom.
The villains took the items with obvious disdain and said coldly, "This is what you call precious stuff?"
The old man standing nearby had been watching the other person's expression closely, and when he saw the other person's look of disgust, his heart suddenly sank.
Still clinging to a sliver of hope, he stammered, "R-yes! Aren't these... worthless?"
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