The night had deepened, and just like Xiang City, B City was also experiencing rain.
The garrison teams had set up tents at the city gates and brought in powerful searchlights.
Chi Chuan and others were selling goods under the lights.
Hearing Gong Yi's roar, Chi Chuan anxiously craned his neck to glance in the direction of Gong Yi and Hua Mi.
Many of the lined-up survivors also turned their gazes in that direction.
A little girl, holding her mother's hand, looked up in fear and asked,
"Mom, is that garrison uncle going to hit someone?"
The mother in line hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth and picked her up,
"Shh, don't talk; be careful, else you might get hit too."
Next to the armored vehicle, Hua Mi frowned and looked up at Gong Yi.
He was too fierce.
But he cared about her, really, she felt it, based on her life, he was taking care of her.
Gong Yi, annoyed, brushed the water off his cropped hair and continued to yell at her,