"Old man!" A burly, bare-chested, bald middle-aged man, holding up an old man with graying hair, narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly, "Haha, I'll give you one more chance. Just gather the food supplies now, and I'll let you all go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned sharp. He lifted the old man higher and stared at him fiercely...
"Otherwise..."
"I'll kill all of you!!"
"Cough, cough, Sir, isn't there still over ten days left?" The old man seemed already accustomed to the situation before him. Though his eyes held sorrow, his face did not show it. He still asked quietly, "The food harvest has decreased a lot recently. What you... you are asking for is simply too much."
"Too much?" The bald, middle-aged fat man scratched his head, then revealed a ferocious grin, saying, "I don't care how you do it. As long as you gather what I need, everything will be fine. If you can't gather it..."
"Haha!!"
He glared fiercely at the old man...
"People will die!"
