Faster...

Dilan wondered about the best way to handle the large group of survivors properly.

Despite being labeled the leader of a group with more than 600 survivors, he never really had to spend his time creating a pep talk filled with motivating words.

He was a simple and ordinary human being and certainly far from being a leader. That was Dilan's opinion about himself. He didn't feel the need to make use of his charm or charisma enough to convince others to follow him.

Letting his fists speak for him was much easier and less troublesome. Dilan knew that his group only worked because of each individual's efforts.

They gave their utmost to make the group work and served as the backend support, while Dilan was fine with doing all the hard labor.

He did the tasks nobody else was able to solve without neglecting to become stronger.

It was his strength that allowed him to control the people below him and to make them abide by the rules he had set up.