It was as if they were struck by some plague, one by one, those who had survived the earthquake collapsed.
Not for any other reason, but all due to insufficient oxygen supply to the brain, and respiratory distress.
Yu Guanglin glanced at the temporary modular house built by the garrison.
Throughout the streets of Xiang City that the Clearing Team had cleared, garrison patrols were present.
Gong Yi had the entire city's order tightly controlled.
Therefore, on every street, such temporary modular houses had been set up to temporarily detain troublemakers.
The floor of this modular house was covered with waterproof oilcloth.
Inside here, Yu Guanglin didn't feel any respiratory distress for the moment.
He frowned and said to Ke Minghong,
"My responsibilities are indeed too many. The garrison is unreasonable and doesn't give me any time at all. Just now, when I finally had a moment, I looked at your report."