"What, no one agrees?"
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Dallion Collins's gaze dropped in temperature.
In the midst of the harsh winter, they were already shivering, and now, with Dallion's gaze upon them, they felt even more bitterly cold.
"Agree!"
Immediately, everyone mustered their energy and responded resoundingly.
Their voices were loud and soared high into the sky.
"Joshua Bailey."
Taking a step back, Dallion's eyes swept over the crowd and fixed on Joshua Bailey, who had been watching the commotion from the side.
Joshua Bailey looked back at him, perplexed.
Feeling a bit uneasy under his stare, Joshua Bailey, after thinking it over, walked over obediently.
Swiftly, Dallion handed him a printed name list.
"..."
Joshua Bailey accepted it, feeling like crying but having no tears.
Great!
He was just watching the show; how did he end up drafted for labor?
