Lu Huai tossed aside the tattooed man's corpse and casually stepped on the scattered air canisters, his voice indifferent, "Do you want these?"
Of course, they did! How could this man so carelessly trample upon these life-saving canisters?
Observing their covetous gazes, a cold smile played upon Lu Huai's lips as his icy eyes turned towards the elevated platform. "There is nothing. Kill those above, and all their air canisters, compressors, and fuel will be yours."
His words stunned the crowd. Regardless of which organization they joined, as outsiders, they could only obtain air canisters through scavenging and fighting. They yearned for the day they might be noticed and recruited, ensuring a steady supply of oxygen.
Lu Huai's proposition was something they had never considered. They looked towards the platform. Should they eliminate the ones who held the power and resources they so desperately sought?