Before Zuo Li could speak, the hot-tempered young man beside her couldn't help but speak up. "What's all this fuss about? A bunch of people with nothing better to do."
Xie Ning went over with Zuo Li and the others. Just as they reached the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, they saw the survivors had split into several small groups, brawling loudly amongst themselves.
The hot-tempered young man casually summoned two Fireballs. The moment he tossed them into the crowd, the brawling survivors were scared into scattering in all directions.
"Why are you just throwing Fireballs around?!" an old man yelled angrily, clutching half a bag of looted rice.
This old man was surprisingly spry. On her way over, Xie Ning had watched him beat back several soft-looking youths who'd clearly never done a day of hard labor in their lives.
"Captain Zuo," Xiao Qi Zi said, running over covered in sweat and catching his breath. "They're demanding we give them a share of the supplies."
