Pop!
A gunshot rang out.
He Mingxuan looked down, startled at the smoking pit at his feet, sweat forming on his forehead. He hadn't expected Sun Neng to actually fire a shot.
"You speak to me like that?" Sun Neng squinted his eyes, his voice cold.
He Mingxuan looked up, his glasses reflecting light, the eyes behind them holding a terrifying chill.
The survivors around them watched the scene in shock.
They hadn't expected He Mingxuan to be so bold, taking such a strong stand against Sun Neng for two insignificant survivors who had just taken refuge in the shelter. It was beyond their imagination.
At the same time, their gaze toward He Mingxuan changed.
Perhaps out of shared misery. Like Feng Jie, they were survivors from the bottom rung. If someone could stand up and speak for them, they would be grateful.
Following Sun Neng's shot,
He Mingxuan's tone softened a bit, "No... no."