This is the cruel reality, their game, our Hell.
Zhen Qi Yi seemed unable to bear the cries but didn't say anything, only calling out:
"Leader, I'll go and get some more food. If there are steaks, I'll grill some."
Su Changxing nodded and said, "Anything's fine."
Then, pointing to the corpse on the ground, he said calmly to the middle-aged man with dark skin beside him:
"Drag them away and throw them out. Leaving them here will only make it stink... Besides, don't cry. So many people have died that three more won't make a difference. You can't cry for them all."
The middle-aged man patted the woman's shoulder and said, "The leader has spoken, don't cry anymore. It affects everyone's morale."
The woman immediately stopped crying and sat silently to the side.
Su Changxing recalled that this didn't happen in the gathering place back then. Too many people died, and everyone became numb to death.
Eventually, they no longer reacted much to the dead; the only belief was to survive.
