The people in the hall watched Luke and Lori walk toward the factory's exit with fearful gazes.
Some recognized Julia and, seeing how Luke's sword had bloodstains, they could guess he must have fought with the people from the camp to save Julia.
In one corner, a young couple was sitting, holding each-other's hands. The woman glanced at Luke before saying to the man beside her, "Honey, this kid must be someone strong, like the camp's people. Since he is leaving, should we follow him?"
The man glanced at Luke, thought for a moment before shaking his head. "We don't know anything about him. Who knows, maybe he is worse than the people here? Moreover, since my cousin working under the right camp leader, they won't touch you."
When the woman heard this, her eyes flashed with complicated light and she murmured in a low voice, "I hope that's the case."