Around 10 p.m., Zhou Yun entered Wang Ye's small room and saw him reading the booklet, which slightly eased her wariness.
She also casually brought a loaf of bread and handed it to Wang Ye, telling him to stave off his hunger.
Wang Ye devoured the bread in no time. The old leader's speech was about to start—this time it was tailored specifically for newcomers like Wang Ye, hence it was taken very seriously by the organization.
Wang Ye had no intention of joining an organization like theirs. No matter how reasonable Zhou Yun's words sounded, it was just talk. Whether this organization was a resistance army or a terrorist group, he couldn't tell yet. Now that he was deeply embroiled, escaping was unrealistic; he might as well play along and pretend to comply to see what they were truly made of.
