The earth was still trembling, and no one knew if this land would collapse. Jing Shu truly admired these people for not fleeing for their lives and instead guarding the exit.
Little Black raised his hands. "Hey buddy, let's talk this through. Let's put down the guns."
The dark muzzles lowered, and the familiar face of George appeared—the man who had acquired the Zombie Hippo a few days ago. He clapped his hands and laughed. "Congratulations, lucky Asians! As the A-grade Mercenary Team that survived this terrible disaster, you will be promoted to S-grade to fight for the Black Market. Every victory will earn you an exorbitant amount of Black Market Coins."
From the distance, an old man's voice was heard, "Stop wasting time! The people from the new government will be here soon!"
