"Yes, I'm sure."
The Black woman said weakly, and Lann nodded thoughtfully upon hearing it, but he did not dwell on this topic with them any further.
"You should know that you cannot keep this batch of food, right? The Spartans won't forgive those who killed the guards of the grain convoy and took away the military supplies."
The Demon Hunter spoke calmly.
"You need to hand over the food, do it yourselves, don't resist, I don't want to lay a hand on you."
"If you want to take our food, then you might as well step over our dead bodies!"
Driven by the threat of losing the food, the Black woman stepped forward excitedly, and they all summoned up their courage, moving a step closer to Lann.
Though just a step, it was clear that they really had no other way to survive.
"Don't be foolish, Madam."
"I just said, 'do it yourselves,' don't you understand what that means?"
