Sun Ruixing sighed helplessly, watching the old man below continue his increasingly bizarre statements, even questioning whether Sun Ruixing himself was a reactionary. A group of middle-aged women, who had never experienced the cruelty of the post-apocalyptic world, were also blindly chiming in.
"Enough! Listen to me," Sun Ruixing shouted.
"Tomorrow, I will lead everyone out. As for myself, I can only do my best to guarantee your safety." When his attempts at persuasion failed, Sun Ruixing had no choice but to compromise.
Grandpa Sun, seeing he had gotten the outcome he wanted, smiled gleefully and announced to those around him, "Alright, Little Sun, don't worry! We won't cause you any trouble. Everyone, let's eat!"
Looking at Sun Ruixing's utterly dejected expression, Wen Yu immediately understood. This man would sooner or later be doomed by this burdensome group.
