"Hey, move faster, I'm warning you one more time, whoever the hell dares to fall behind, if you're a man, I won't hesitate to shoot you in the balls; if you're a woman, well, maybe I'll let you enjoy it a bit, hahaha..."
The convoy of over ten vehicles was slowly heading south on the North Section of West Ring Road. They were mostly regular family cars, as the vehicles carrying supplies and cargo had already gone ahead.
Behind the convoy, over a hundred people staggered along, just like ancient prisoners being exiled to the frontier, in a pitiful state.
Their hands were bound to the rope tied around the ankles of the person in front. The rope between their ankles only allowed a foot's length, making even walking difficult, let alone running. Even if they tried frantically to move their legs, it required cooperation from all sides, or else one falling would bring down others like dominoes...
