Shall we continue our conversation?

Wang Jian wiped the sweat off his brow.

"I finally fixed the buses! Once we find extra batteries and reinforce the windows and doors, we'll be good to go!"

Lao Gong and the others cheered. "We can finally leave this place!"

One of the repair team members muttered, "Come to think of it, I wonder how those people who followed Mingsi are doing."

The atmosphere instantly turned heavy. Even Wang Jian and Lao Gong's expressions darkened.

"Hey, why bring them up?"

"I believe that what goes around comes around! Whatever happens to them has nothing to do with us! They chose that path, and they must face the consequences!"

In the abandoned Train Station. 

A sharp, metallic scent of blood filled the air as Zhang Xin's consciousness stirred. His head throbbed, his body ached, and he pushed himself up from the cold, grimy floor.