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The wait in the isolation room is long and grueling, especially in such a closed and poorly ventilated place like the player tunnel.

Due to the lack of electricity, those devices originally used to purify the air have become nothing but decorations, along with the survivors inside enduring hardships.

"Oh my God! After enduring 24 hours like this, people will really die!" Wen Quanxin leaned helplessly against the wall, the piece of cardboard in his hand flapping up and down like a fan. Although he was prepared to deal with the heat, the unbearable conditions right now were truly beyond his expectations.

"Yeah! I don't even know how Zhao Huilong lasted at the City Management Bureau back then. Tomorrow I need to ask him for advice." Wu Chao echoed in a similarly weak voice.

After hearing their complaints, Wang Qiang, already fuming inside, felt like he found an outlet and angrily shouted, "I've said earlier these people have no manners! They invited us in, now they treat us poorly! Can't you see? They are clearly trying to show off! What kind of 'soldiers for the people' are they? It's all bullshit! If you ask me, these guys are more like soldiers..."

The word "ruffians" hadn't left his mouth before Wang Qiang's mouth was firmly covered from behind. As he struggled and looked back, he saw Lin Junfu glaring at him solemnly.

"Hey! Lin Jun, what are you doing!" Considering Lin Jun's background and age, Wang Qiang restrained his emotions, but his raised eyebrows showed he was certainly displeased with Lin Junfu's actions.

Lin Junfu didn't care about his displeasure and rebuked him in a stern tone: "Wang Qiang, you're a nearly thirty-year-old man. You should know what to say and what not to say! You say the soldiers are showing off and trying to act cool! Then let me ask you: What if someone gets infected and mutates if there's no isolation? If weapons aren't confiscated, what if there's a large-scale fight every few days in the base? If Hu Xiaodong and Zhao Huilong aren't taken away separately, what if their injuries don't heal? Tell me! I'm curious to hear your brilliant ideas!"

"I..." Apparently, Wang Qiang had no answer for those questions.

Lin Junfu, unusually, didn't spare Wang Qiang any face but continued rebuking him: "What? Can't speak now? Where's the bravado you had earlier when you were giving lip service? You even said the phrase 'soldiers for the people is bullshit!' I think you're the real bullshit! Without these soldiers, the civilians outside might already be dead; without these soldiers, it would still be uncertain whether we'd have a place to stay tonight!"

Sentence after sentence, Wang Qiang was thoroughly silenced by the education, with the flaming anger gradually extinguished under Lin Junfu's stern demeanor.

Perhaps feeling he had gone too far, or maybe the long "public lecture" had taken a toll on his voice, after nearly two minutes of continuous "speech" and education, Lin Junfu finally softened his tone: "I hope you act cautiously in the future. Don't think being young allows you to act recklessly. Remember, speaking carelessly can lead to death! Especially in the apocalypse, every move you make directly affects the life and death of the group! I think, Wang Qiang, you don't want one of us to lose our lives due to your inappropriate words and actions someday, right?"

The concise and forceful words pierced Wang Qiang like a dagger in his heart.

He may be reckless, speak without considering the consequences, and often do thoughtless things.

But he never intended to "harm" members of the team due to his actions, so it was clear how impactful Lin Junfu's words were to him.

However, as the saying goes, the person involved is confused, and the observer is clear. Fortunately, Lin Junfu acted decisively and prevented Wang Qiang from sinking deeper into the mire.

"I... I..." Stammering, Wang Qiang felt ashamed, clearly wanting to say something, but as a man, admitting his mistakes in front of everyone was embarrassing.

Being in the education system, Lao Zhao immediately noticed Wang Qiang's unease and quickly offered an escape: "Alright! Alright! I believe Xiao Wang understands the consequences! Well~ Let's find some entertainment while we're idle!"

Signaling with a look to Xiao Wen, the latter immediately understood and spoke out: "Hey, right! Right! If we keep suffocating like this, something bad would happen even if it didn't! Uncle Zhao, do you have any good ideas?"

Lao Zhao chuckled and then rubbed his hands together: "Of course, it's cards. How about it? Anyone interested?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wu Chao was the first to stand up, but once up, he realized the problem: "But Uncle Zhao, we don't have cards, what do we do?"

"Hey, it's easy! We don't have cards, we make them ourselves!" As he spoke, Zhao also stood up, lit a candle, and began tearing posters off the wall using the weak candlelight.

Seeing his actions, Wu Chao and others immediately understood his intentions, and they began to imitate him.

The markers for making the cards were provided by Tang Xiaoquan, because Zhao clearly remembered that Tang Xiaoquan had a habit of jotting down notes, so he was confident in proposing this idea.

The card-making process went much smoother than expected, thanks to everyone's high spirits. In no time, two fairly decent decks of cards were made through everyone's cooperation.

Besides that, you have to admit that humans are indeed a species easily satisfied. You should know that just minutes have passed, and almost all survivors were immediately thrilled because of the birth of the cards...

"Three threes with a pair of fours!"

"Damn, what's with your lousy cards, are you a spy sent by the landlord?"

"Screw you! Shut up and play your cards!"

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Wang Qiang shouted loudly, undoubtedly having already forgotten all the previous unpleasantness.

Not just him, but everyone else was flipping their shoulders, showing great excitement. Even Tang Xiaoquan, who wasn't much into cards, was fascinated by the "intense battle" on the field.

Time slowly passed in the survivors' rounds of "arguments and commotion," roughly when the game reached the 14th or 15th round, when a light noise came from the tightly closed door.

As everyone turned to look, a familiar figure stood there under the flickering candlelight...(For more new content of "Rotting Land: Survive," check the official WeChat platform. Also, there's a 100% drawing prize! Now open WeChat, click the "+" sign in the upper right corner, "Add Friends," search for the public account "qdread" and follow it quickly!)

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