"If these guys decide to get violent later, let's all push back together. We outnumber them, and in the end, they'll be the ones to lose," whispered a bald man at the front of the crowd.
The people around him immediately looked his way with nods of agreement.
Seeing this, the bald man's expression remained stern, but a cold laugh began to echo in his heart.
These fools really were easy to manipulate.
With just a little brainwashing, they had become the most fervent disciples of the Creation Goddess, easy to command like dogs.
He felt not a shred of pity for these stupid people.
Although most of them had been abducted by the Creationist School, besides being social outcasts, there was no other value to them.
The man was named Mark, considered the ringleader among this group.
Of course, he had another identity, that of a former member of the Creationist School, now hidden among the crowd.