"Did your head grow out just to look good?"

Patton reprimanded the other party without mercy, "Don't leave a few hostages in his hands. What if the other party chases them all the way? Do you want to be bombed to death?"

The "questioner" was not speaking, and soon realized this and knew that he had asked a stupid question.

But the most important thing is that he felt that if he said something more, Patton might slap himself to death.

The impatience on the other person's face has been written on his face.

This... is actually understandable. After all, storms have time limits, and they can't wait for long here.

"really."

Urnur nodded and expressed his agreeable view.

If Patton had done something wrong before, they felt something was a little bit wrong, then now it would be much more reasonable...

Negotiation requires bargaining chips.

Since the other party cares so much about these guys, then leave some as bargaining chips so that they can effectively conduct "negotiations" or get less shots...

"And, these survivors have suffered some injuries. If we throw people here, then they will definitely have to separate people to rescue them. Once rescued, there will be no means to pursue us..."

Patton struck while the iron was hot, constantly pouring new ideas into the other party. Before he could figure out the previous problem, the next problem was thrown over, and he almost didn't give them too much time to think.

"We don't have to be afraid of them if we escape into the mountains, right?" someone asked again.

"How do you know if they will catch up before contacting other survivors? How do you know if they can't blow in? Are they chasing in and you go to deal with it?"

Patton threw several questions out and directly muffled him.

The other party hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare to say words like resistance...

Originally, he thought it would be safe to escape into the mountains, but now, safety may be safe, but it is only a little safe, which is not safe enough...

"Indeed, these outsiders are different from others. They are too strong and can always come up with new tricks." The Crimson expressed his agreement.

"Then these hundred hostages will be my spoils at that time. Whoever opposes them or agrees?"

Patton's tone was much more cramped and quick, because they had been delaying this for a while, although most of them were trotting and discussing, and then they had only had two minutes to actually get in contact...

But the surface skills still have to be done.

If the other party noticed it now, he would not have had any major problems. At most, some tribe members would sacrifice their lives for the "master".

But I'm afraid many survivors will die in chaos.

Every time a person died, he proved to Colin his incompetence, which was not allowed.

"I..."

The "questioner" among the ghouls seemed to say something, but suddenly silenced because he saw Patton's fist with webbed feet clenching tightly. It seemed that if something was wrong, he would smash the fist that was bigger than his head.

"I agree." He nodded seriously, as if it was entirely from sincerity.

This is not just because of Patton's threat, but also the unkind eyes of some other remnants-

Someone hasn't spoken yet, but he has agreed with Patton's idea. Since he has agreed with his idea, it is definitely a responsibility to help solve some stumbling blocking everyone's escape.

At this time, even if he is beaten to death, other people who have objections will not say anything.

If the degenerate races do not rely on strength to speak, can they be influenced by love?

Besides, a newly promoted ghoul leader doesn’t have the ability of the Crimson Son and does not have the full strength, so where can he get the qualification to keep interrupting?

"What will you do in the end with those hundred hostages?"

The question was Urnot. Patton did not make any embarrassment about this "acquaintance" who was stronger than himself and taller than him, and said quickly:

“To my great Lord.”

He spoke decisively and hesitated at all, and seemed to have no intention of returning the hostages.

At this moment, the "Son of Crimson" vaguely understood everything and knew that Patton's help and rescue had no good intentions.

Button's move, on one hand, hit them and made them not gain any gains, and on the other hand, he deceived those damn foreigners and showed the enemy the traditional virtues between them-

As long as you don’t have the Lord as a guarantee, then the promise is a piece of shit. At that time, it was the tradition between them to go back on their word.

And even if you take the guarantee from the master, you can still bury some small trick traps...

But now they lack brain power and have no time to think about these things...

In addition, there is another last point, one hundred survivors, saying more, not more, less, enough, enough, Patton completes a sacrifice to the great being and strengthens himself...

One arrow shot three birds to death (one arrow three eagles)...

The Crimson Son was heartbroken, but he didn't know why Patton suddenly became so smart and could think of such details.

Although the others didn't think so deeply, they felt relieved when they heard this.

Once they escape from here and contact the rear, they will no longer be afraid of the enemies in the rear. At that time, if Patton still returns the person to the other party, it would be wrong.

Of course, what they don't know is...

The "Lord" in Patton's mouth is not the same as the "Lord" they know.

After a brief thought for a second or two, the remaining people who were tired and hungry and were still led by a deviant mind never refuted it.

Soon, after the "meeting" that lasted less than three minutes, commands were conveyed one by one from the leaders of the various degenerate races.

Although most of them didn't understand what was going on, they had to give up the spoils they had obtained when they came to this point.

But in this severely classed and corrupt racial society, we can only do it helplessly and abandon a large number of "survivors" on the spot.

Seeing the duck that he got flew like this, these members of the degenerate race felt infinite pain in their hearts...

Just now, their parents, siblings, and so on...relative relatives were not so uncomfortable even if they were killed by the bombing.

Because they complete the sacrifice and are blessed by their idols, they can also benefit from it, gain some improvement, and enhance their status and strength...

Although I was tired from running before, I had a thought in my heart. The only thing I need to consider is how to get out alive...

But OK, don't think about it, because it's gone...

But at this moment, after knowing that this could save their lives, they could only comfort themselves, after all, their lives were saved.

Soon, these survivors who were unfortunately captured and thought they were completely hopeless in this life were thrown out, and then they fell into the puddle of the heavy rain with a bang.
Chapter completed!