The survivors around looked on in fear, not daring to take any action. Wei Hu was fierce and irritable, and even if they combined their strength, they were no match for him.
Honestly, they felt that Wei Hu was right, the distance was too far, how could anyone possibly come.
"Hu... Brother Hu, if you hit him again, he might really die,"
someone whispered a small reminder.
Wei Hu sneered, "Die? What's the value of a life now? Even if I beat him to death, there's nothing wrong with that. Please, use your brains. Things have changed; it's been a long time since the apocalypse began. Do you really think there's still any hope? Survival of the fittest, only the strong survive. If someone disobeys and dies, no one will care."
Everyone bowed their heads.
Indeed.
That was how it was, they had all gotten used to living like this, all this time under Wei Hu's oppression.
Some thought, living like this might as well be worse than death.
