There was a moment of silence among the crowd.
At this moment, a white-haired scientist with a European appearance spoke up, "What if we refuse to follow you and insist on leaving?"
"You can leave now."
Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
The expressions of the crowd turned strange.
Indeed, they could leave.
However, this was the Siberian Ice Field, surrounded by thousands of feet of cold ice, and in this vast ice plain, no one could survive outside.
"Will you send us off?" the white-haired scientist asked again.
"You're overthinking it," Ye Qingfeng replied with a calm smile, "I'm not a kind person. If you are useless, I wouldn't even bother saving you."
"..."
The crowd was speechless, realizing they had indeed overthought, initially mistaking this youth for an international peacekeeping force.
Unexpectedly, he wasn't exactly a kind person either.
The white-haired European old man glanced at the cold wind outside and suddenly became reluctant to talk.
