At the entrance of Hope Town.
At this time, there was a large crowd of people.
"What's going on? Why is the patrol team out? Is something going to happen?"
"Something must have happened. It's not just here at the East Gate, but also at the South Gate, North Gate, and West Gate."
"Damn it, can someone tell me what's going on? Why are we being made to drive into town? What happened to the rules? Why were they suddenly broken? Can anyone tell me?!"
Beneath the simple city walls, the chatter was as noisy as a market, even though they were all mercenaries who had seen a lot.
But the situation before them left them feeling uncertain.
The patrol team completely ignored their panic.
They stood in their designated positions, fully armed and exuding a chilling aura.
They are only responsible for maintaining order; explanations and instructions are left to others to handle.
"Hey, what are you doing! We're not prisoners, nor are we your people. This place may be yours, but you're just throwing us in without explaining anything. Do you really think we're easy to bully?!"
"That's right, that's right! We can't get in unless they explain it clearly!"
"Yeah yeah……"
The forces in Hope Town are indeed formidable, even more powerful than well-known large mercenary groups.
Everyone abides by the rules here and respects the managers.
However, this does not mean that the town's administrators can extend their reach that far.
Without explaining why, they swarmed them inside.
At the very least, let them know what's going on.
In this lawless place, the unknown is often the most terrifying thing.
When someone takes the lead, others will naturally follow.
The scene instantly descended into chaos, crowding, and utter disorder.
A boy was squeezed in the crowd, his dusty and dirty appearance obscuring his potential.
The boy frowned and squeezed his way into the crowd.
Instead of following the flow of people outwards, he continued towards Hope Town.
He seemed completely out of place, oblivious to the stares of others. Instead, as he squeezed his way inside, he would occasionally look up at the direction of the simple city wall.
He had been standing there for days, calmly watching the farce unfold below.
Standing in front was a slightly dignified middle-aged man, solemn and composed.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold and indifferent.
"Sir, should we stop it?"
The adjutant behind him suddenly spoke.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Go ahead."
"yes."
The adjutant received the order and waved to his subordinates beside him.
Upon receiving the signal, the subordinate immediately raised his gun and fired a shot into the sky.
Bang--!
A sudden gunshot rang out.
The noise stopped.
The bewildered crowd looked up at the simple city wall and stared blankly at the middle-aged man standing in front of them.
Those who knew him dared not speak out.
Those who don't know don't know how to make a sound.
The outward-crowding crowd stopped, and the pushing and shoving ceased.
The boy standing in the crowd had a bright and clear gaze. Although he was covered in dust and dirt, his eyes were incredibly bright.
"Are these the people behind Hope Town?"
The young man murmured softly, "Not bad, he has the air of someone in a high position, but..."
The boy didn't finish his sentence; he closed his mouth and waited for the other person to speak.
The middle-aged man remained calm after the scene quieted down.
After he slowly scanned the area, his adjutant immediately stepped forward and handed him the connected microphone.
It's unnecessary to speak to only one door.
But I hope the town has four gates.
The East Gate is quiet, but that doesn't mean the South Gate, North Gate, and West Gate are the same.
But the earlier gunshot was a signal, and the other three doors were not as noisy as before.
"This is somewhat sudden and may be hard for you to accept."
The middle-aged man slowly said into the microphone, "But given the current situation, I don't have any extra time to explain the preparations to you. I can only give the order in advance for your entire convoy to drive into the town."
"You may not know what's happening or what will happen next, but I regret to inform you that if you continue to follow your previous decision, it will undoubtedly bring you great danger, or even... death."
The mercenaries who were listening quietly were all taken aback. Although they understood that when superiors spoke, they always started with a lot of nonsense and never got to the point.
But that doesn't mean they can't understand.
Although I don't read many books, I react very quickly when it comes to matters of life and death.
"What do you mean? What is danger? What is death? Will something happen to us if we leave here?"
"I don't know, but what he said did scare me a bit. After all, this is the first time something like this has happened. Although I still don't understand, I feel like what he said is true."
"So what if it is? Are we sure we're safe staying here? Maybe leaving is the right thing to do."
"..."
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, the crowd below began to murmur again, with people raising their questions and letting their emotions run wild.
Undoubtedly, no one was in a good mood.
"Quiet!"
The adjutant, microphone in hand, shouted, "If you want to know what's going on, you'd better be quiet. This crisis isn't just about us, it's about you too. If you don't want to place your hopes on us, then please leave. But whatever happens after that, we won't care!"
However, the adjutant's words did not have much effect; instead, they made everyone even more confused.
Some people even impatiently continued walking out, not wanting to stay there.
Instead of placing your hopes on others, it's better to take control of your own life.
When someone takes the lead in leaving, others will naturally follow.
But not many people left; most of them didn't understand what was going on and just stood there blankly.
Some people are wavering and don't know how to decide.
The boy standing in the crowd remained rooted to the spot, oblivious to what the people around him were saying or what was being said on the simple city wall.
None of this affected him at all.
Instead, the boy's eyes seemed to have discovered something.
His gaze passed over the middle-aged man and his adjutant, and looked at a spot not far behind them.
There, a girl about his age stood quietly.
His semi-military style of dress gives him a dashing and heroic air.
Her smooth hair was tied up in a ponytail, which made her look capable and efficient.
There was no trace of fragility on the girl's face; in fact, she didn't seem like the kind of person who would be easily bullied.
That's true.
In this no-man's-land.
Weak people simply cannot survive, whether they are men or women.
Everything about oneself determines one's value and status.
Without some confidence, surviving is an extremely painful thing.
As if sensing the boy's gaze, the girl's eyes narrowed and she looked over.
The boy wasn't surprised; instead, he gave a knowing smile.
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