North Gate of the Outpost Base.
Standing on a stool with a noose around his neck, a robust man was desperately begging for mercy through sobs and snot.
His name was Badger.
But at this moment, he looked as pitiful as a worm.
"Please, don't kill me. I've told you everything I know; you said you would spare me!"
The players nearby were starting to feel uneasy, whispering among themselves.
"Isn't this too cruel?"
"Yeah... This guy has surrendered, maybe he could become one of us."
"It's kind of a pity."
However, Chu Guang's expression did not change despite the robust man's pleading.
The Outpost Base didn't have jail cells to detain prisoners; it was even less feasible to keep them in Shelter No. 404. And it was foreseeable that no merchant interested in slaves would pass by here throughout the winter; keeping these three prisoners would just waste food and also bring risks.
What about intelligence?
The information acquired was almost the same as his own guesses.