A total of 67 passengers were isolated from the refugees. Milo did not worry about them and just continued to shake hands with the rest with all his might and congratulate them on settling into a new home and life.
Emeka and the others were also standing nearby, lamenting from the bottom of their hearts that the future commander was way too patient.
A few days ago, they thought the future commander had shaken the hands of every refugee because he was very enthusiastic at the beginning. They felt he would probably not continue doing so by the time the next few groups arrived. After all, it would be really tiring to shake hands with tens of thousands of people.
In the end, they underestimated Milo’s patience and felt very ashamed of their own thoughts.
After Milo handed over all the refugees to Emeka, he slowly walked towards those 67 people. “Tell me, who are all y’all?”
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