Medium-sized city, basement.
The countdown on the TV screen has only five minutes left.
At this moment, Shadow Play and Little Drilling Wind have already reached the sofa, both with pale faces, exhausted expressions, faltering steps, and overall poor conditions.
"Situation, how... is it?" Little Drilling Wind spoke, but his words broke intermittently; he sounded less like a young man and more like an aged old man.
"Just sit down first." Qian Cangyi didn't say much.
The countdown ticked away second by second. Occasionally, someone mentioned one or two things, but no one responded. After all, no one truly knew what the Emergency Society ultimately wanted to do, nor why they wanted to do it.
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During the final countdown, Qian Cangyi's breathing slightly accelerated. His gaze was locked onto the TV screen, and his right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.
The air in the entire basement grew heavier.
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