After their conversation, Qian Ling was more than willing to manage the one hundred people for Li Ming. However, the discussion was so fast and the information so dense that she found it hard to take it all in at once. Fearful that she might stumble, Li Ming helped her up.
Under the basement's sun lamp, the young man escorted the noblewoman, clad in a dark red long dress, reminiscent of a peach. This instantly caught the attention of everyone who had previously been under Wang Hongyuan's command.
For a moment, the crowd's expressions varied. From the looks of Li Ming and Qian Ling's conversation, it only made Wang Hongyuan's death seem all the more plausible.
"Once we reach the Hope Base and each of you has had your information registered, you will all be under the management of Qian Ling. If there's any problem, any difficulty, or any need, report to her. Do you understand?"