Catastrophe Containment Facility

There are only nineteen people in this place. If someone harbors malice, it wouldn’t be surprising for anything to happen.

Perhaps the greatest threat here might be these ’companions’.

After all, without the constraints of law and given the peculiar environment, the malice in a person could expand endlessly.

For instance, the tall, burly man with a face full of stubble who keeps glancing at a few women, and the sullen short guy who, after entering, said nothing but managed to snatch a handgun.

After everyone had unlocked their bicycle locks, the scene fell into a bizarre silence because they didn’t know how to deal with the complicated situation at hand.

"Let’s start with some introductions. I’m Luan Xing, and my profession is... a mercenary."

But no one responded to Luan Xing. His initial aggressive demeanor indeed scared some people.

Luan Xing sighed, "I apologize for my previous actions, but it was necessary. Other weapons are fine, but guns are too dangerous."

"We need to survive this month together and could face danger at any time. No one knows if there will be another gathering to obtain firearms, so the limited three guns should be used to their fullest extent."

"However, I don’t know if anyone here has experience with guns or what kind of person they were before, so I dare not rashly hand out the guns. Firstly, I’m afraid it would waste bullets if someone inexperienced used them, and secondly, a villain might steal them and turn the gun on us."

Luan Xing’s words eased some of the group’s vigilance, bringing a bit more understanding.