The next night, in the head office of Beggar g**g.
It was the same seventeen people who had the meeting yesterday sitting around the table.
Feng Tianyu took the chief position and Mu Qianmei sat beside him.
Zhuang Shujun handed over a document to Mu Qianmei.
This was a collection of the statistics of how many followers could stay.
Mu Qianmei read the statistics and frowned.
She adjusted herself and said,
"Now we have had the result of the number of followers that choose to stay, which is smaller than we previously expected. Excluding the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, only twenty thousand people can go to the front and are willing to stay."
"Well, it's understandable. Many people would lose faith in a war against such a formidable opponent like this. It goes without say
