The survivors straightened instinctively under her gaze.
Qingran didn't need to raise her voice. The sheer pressure she exuded, it was cold, steady, unshakable.
She made it clear that this was not a place for arguments or complaints.
"I don't care what your background was before. Doctor, teacher, rich kid, street rat. It's all useless now. Here, you are what you do. Not what you were. Of course, if you're a doctor, I'll hold you with a little more regard."
Several people flinched, a ripple of unease moving through the group.
She continued, "You'll be split into work groups. Security, logistics, maintenance, sanitation. Each group will have a lead. Orders come from them. If you have a problem, take it to your leaders. If it's serious, your leaders will come to me."
Feng Yuxi began handing out slips of paper with assignments written on them, moving quickly through the crowd.
