"I only heard that the barbarians in the cursed land deep in the wasteland would kill each other and choose the strongest one as their king. I didn't expect it to be true! What should we do next?"

Shen Feng picked up the shotgun in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Let's go hunt some crows for fun first..."

…

More than 20 meters underground, outside the crow tribe's patio prison, several stocky women closed the door and left, talking and laughing.

Inside the prison, the mayor of Wuming Town's limbs were chained, his clothes were messy, and he was lying on the bed in a daze.

It has been a week since he was captured by the Crow Tribe.

The last bullet had been used up while blocking the enemy for Shen Feng and others, so when the Crow Tribe's iron-framed cart came back to catch him, the mayor hardly made any pointless resistance.

I originally thought I was just being caught to do hard labor, but I didn't expect that I was going to be a human being.

At first, he thought it didn't matter. It was even a small dream he had when he was young and living in a shelter.

Who would have thought that when a dream becomes a career, everything will change.

He hasn't had a good rest for several days.

Maybe it's because it's fresh, or maybe it's because he's a good breeder, but he hasn't stopped anyone here these days.

He's about to die.

Moreover, these people from the Crow Tribe found an oversized needle from nowhere and wanted to test and directly extract his seeds for research. They almost hurt him to death after using it twice.

"If I was given another chance to choose, I might stay in the shelter until I die of old age..."

The mayor murmured, thinking of his youthful and frivolous past, tears fell from the corners of his eyes,
Chapter completed!