Because of limited resources, their weapons were actually quite crude. Some were sharpened wooden sticks, some were kitchen knives, fruit knives, or daggers secured to long wooden sticks with rope and tape, and others were steel and iron rods.
Clearly, after the apocalypse, they were arming themselves with whatever meager supplies they had.
After he finished speaking, the others didn't leave but instead looked at Fang Yuxin with pleading eyes, hoping she would show mercy. Fearing they might anger the other party, they didn't dare speak rashly, showing much more discretion than the people Fang Yuxin had encountered in the safe zones where they had stayed before.
Fang Yuxin deliberately said, "You don't want to go back, do you want to die with them? My patience is limited; I will only count to three. After that, anyone who hasn't left will lose their chance forever!"
"One!"
As the voice fell, not a single person left.
"Two!"
