Ji Haoyan gritted his teeth and shouted, "Wait, I agree."
"Let me be clear, killing and arson are fine, but I'll only kill those I wish to kill, and only set fire to those I wish to set fire to."
Xu Qian didn't mind; her request wasn't for him to kill or commit arson.
"How many people are in the base?"
Ji Haoyan frowned and asked, "What?"
"How many people are in the base?"
Ji Haoyan didn't understand why she was asking this, but he answered truthfully, "2010 people."
Xu Qian nodded, waved her hand, and ice filled the perimeter of the garden, layer upon layer, emitting a chilling coldness.
"This is perpetual ice, it will help you get through this heatwave."
Ji Haoyan's eyes widened, as if asking, Where did you get this from?
Without further command, everyone rushed to grab the ice.
The weather was so hot, they'd grab any piece they could.
Ji Haoyan's expression shifted slightly, and he roared, "What are you all doing, drop it!"
Let them drop it? Impossible.
Everyone was driven mad by the heat, grabbing what they could. Some even rushed down from the upper floors, showing no sign of gratitude.
Xu Qian ignored these trivial matters, and sarcastically remarked, "Boss Ji's management skills are not strong."
Ji Haoyan felt a surge of unprovoked anger. The words "not strong management skills" were a great humiliation to a leader.
Suddenly, a giant pillar of fire erupted from Ji Haoyan's hands, narrowly missing their bare backs.
The crowd jumped back, scorched, but still refused to let go of the ice.
They looked at their leader in terror.
Their leader had always had a good temper, rarely losing it...
Let alone using his abilities on them!
"Have I been too lenient with you? Are you really not listening to me anymore?"
The crowd exchanged glances, none daring to speak.
Ji Haoyan felt a ball of fire lodge in his chest, angering him to the point of trembling.
"If you don't drop it, then get out of Xihu Base and never come back!"
Only then did people begin to panic. The vast majority dropped the ice blocks they were holding, though a few, clutching ice, turned and fled.
In fact, most people in Xihu Base had been personally rescued by Ji Haoyan. They didn't fear him much, but rather felt gratitude.
However, gratitude wasn't eternal.
Ji Haoyan sighed. He thought he had treated them well, and with so much ice, surely everyone would get some.
Why the rush to grab it?
For immediate gain, they had abandoned Xihu Base...
Such people were better off gone.
Xu Qian glanced at him faintly. She hadn't expected Ji Haoyan to be so kind; in other bases, these people wouldn't dare to be so brazen.
Xu Qian snapped her fingers lightly. The five escapees immediately collapsed, clutching their heads, their faces contorted in pain, unable to utter a word.
The girl's dark eyes swept across the crowd, and she said coldly:
"My ice can only be taken by your leader. Without my permission, anyone who touches it will die!"
A chill ran through everyone, and they stumbled back a step in fright.
As expected, the dreaded god, Xu Qian.
Ji Haoyan stood frozen, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.
He hadn't expected them to be so fearful of a mere threat from an outsider, yet indifferent to his own words.
Xu Qian couldn't help but remind him, "Boss Ji, you need to manage them better in the future. Those who deserve to die, die; those who deserve to stay, stay."
Ji Haoyan, one of the ten great powers of the apocalypse, had such a soft personality.
The man lowered his head, silent, his eyes swirling with countless thoughts.
The two didn't linger, turning to leave.
Suddenly, a shout came from behind them.
"Xu Qian, thank you."
Xu Qian raised her hand, waved backward, and opened the car door to get in.
As Xu Qian departed, the fallen five people scrambled to their feet. They rolled and crawled, hugging the ice, and rushed towards the gate.
They knew Xihu Base could no longer accommodate them!
As long as they had perpetual ice, they could go anywhere.