"Miss Jiang, please," said Mo Jingsheng when he saw her lost in thought. "You really don't need to worry about these things."
Jiang Yan smiled, "Of course, after all, I'm just an ordinary person. All this talk of factions and struggles really has nothing to do with me."
"That's not what I mean." He finished, giving her a meaningful glance.
Jiang Yan then asked, "So, what does Leader Mo mean?"
"The factional struggles and power struggles of the post-apocalypse are not the same as before the apocalypse. However, at any time, those with resources and strong power have absolute say and decision-making power." After finishing, Mo Jingsheng glanced around with his peripheral vision before continuing:
"Given your conditions, you would be an object of contention for all factions. However, the better factions would treat you as an honored guest. The worse factions—" He didn't finish his sentence.
"Would I become a prisoner at their feet?" Jiang Yan broke in.