The burly man rubbed his chin, chuckling as he walked towards the warehouse where the base personnel were locked up, saying, "I just like the wild ones."
Compared to the man's straightforwardness, the other two interested players were much more reserved, reminding him to take the people to a small room so as not to make the scene too ugly.
The burly man carelessly waved his hand and closed the door after entering the warehouse.
At least dozens of people were locked up in a warehouse, but he not only didn't intend to shy away, he even wanted to do the opposite.
Soon, there was a small commotion inside the warehouse—previously, to keep the base personnel and refugees quiet, anyone who spoke or made a sound was executed, a strict rule set by the leading middle-aged man, so it wasn't strange to others that no voices came from the warehouse this time.
However, after a while, the people outside felt something was wrong, because it was too quiet in the warehouse.
