"Not just found your home? My home was found too."
"...me too."
The crowd whispered among themselves, and then suddenly realized: all nine hundred and ninety-eight people indeed had homes and careers!
Complete with wives and children.
And all this information was in the hands of the Guardian.
They couldn't help but exchange bitter smiles, "No wonder General Zhao was so confident letting us redeem ourselves. So that's why."
"Bullshit, without a hold on us, we'd be long gone. So... it's good to leave a hold on someone. Damn it, it can save your life."
"Exactly, exactly."
Everyone nodded repeatedly.
Just then.
Suddenly, a wave of killing aura outside roared to life, like the surging tides.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
Some people's faces turned pale: "I'm most afraid of this person. Every time this killing aura rises, I feel like I'm already at the execution ground... these days, over forty thousand have been taken away and beheaded because of this aura..."
