The room gradually quieted down, with seven or eight people sitting against the wall in a daze, as if emotionally drained and somewhat hollow. A woman was constantly sobbing softly, making whimpering sounds.
Zhou An, also looking exhausted from frequently using his powers, dejectedly said:
"Bro, what do you think we should do? If these survivors come every day, we're afraid we won't survive until tomorrow."
Su Changxing stuffed a piece of Oreo into his mouth and said, "Depends on luck. If we're lucky, we might not encounter them. Have an Oreo."
Zhou An took the Oreo Su Changxing handed him, took a bite, and said, "I didn't expect this thing to taste so good. I used to think it was awful. Bro, what do you think we should do now? Will you stay and be with us?"
He guessed that Su Changxing might not stay with them because Su Changxing was a special operative.
