"Except for anyone with the surname Wang, everyone else, put your hands on your head and squat down, don't move!"
Zhang Su finished speaking, gestured to his companions beside him, and walked towards the people in front.
Dozens of combat personnel nearby immediately followed closely.
Thud, thud, thud...
The sound of boot soles hitting the ground reverberated rhythmically, as dozens of people, full of spirit and armed to the teeth, walked over. The survivors, who were in a miserable state, cooperated and squatted down with their hands on their heads.
Wang Guangjun couldn't even process the information his son had given him. Amidst the haze, he saw a shadowy group drifting over, and when he saw his companions squatting down with their hands on their heads, he quickly followed suit, not forgetting to pull his unmoving son down.
"No, Dad, they said anyone with the surname Wang doesn't need to... Oh!"
