My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 440

The three who had just entered exchanged anxious glances, swallowing the lump in their throats.

Kisha’s indifferent expression was both unreadable and intimidating, leaving them unsettled about what lay beneath her calm exterior.

Sensing that something was amiss, Sparrow and Rose quietly took their seats in front of the table, while Aston stood beside Kisha like a dutiful butler.

Kisha raised an eyebrow at Aston, but offered no comment, maintaining the air of mystery that hung around them.

"Welcome back to both of you. It’s clear your trips have been fruitful; with all these supplies, we can support the entire community for a year without worry," Kisha began, recognizing their hard work and accomplishments.

"Thank you, Young Madam. However," Sparrow interjected, shifting in his seat to face Kisha directly.

"These supplies are from the Eastern Warehouse in Port City. There are still a few more warehouses filled with similar goods, and I plan to retrieve everything. However, I’ve been considering distributing some to the people living in the shelter in Port City, as they belong to that community," Sparrow said hesitantly.

It wasn’t that he felt pity for them, but a sense of conscience nudged him, prompting him to gauge Kisha’s reaction.

If she agreed and wanted to provide the people a way out by sharing the supplies, he would gladly support it; his intention was simply to inform Kisha and let her make the final decision.

Kisha understood Sparrow’s perspective; after all, they had both faced life-and-death situations and worked closely together in the field, allowing their thoughts to align.

She didn’t hesitate to share her own feelings on the matter.

"No need for that. Those supplies will only go to waste if left behind, and if you give them to the people in the Port City shelter, they’ll likely take it for granted. Once they latch onto you out of gratitude, it will be hard to get rid of them."

"Always remember that people who are desperate and have nothing to lose can be unhinged and unscrupulous. They might even turn on you, biting your flesh and drinking your blood if you refuse to help them after your initial gesture," Kisha said, her expression grim.

Her gaze seemed to drift off into the distance, as if she were recalling a distant memory.

Sparrow nodded in agreement; he had never felt inclined to help those people anyway, so it was easy for him to accept Kisha’s perspective.

However, Rose felt a twinge of apprehension.

She believed not everyone could be painted with the same brush, and the idea of not helping the civilians felt too harsh.

Yet, she struggled to find the words to voice her concerns.

Aston might have shared Rose’s perspective if he were still the same person he was before meeting Kisha.

However, after witnessing the chaos unleashed by the Coltons and the Minister of Defense—events that claimed countless innocent lives—he had come to understand the darker side of human nature when it operates outside the confines of the law.

Now, he found himself drawn to Kisha’s insights, as if she had navigated these treacherous waters countless times before.

In his eyes, following her guidance seemed like the best path forward for everyone involved.