Lin Xian stood on the track wheel, scanning the area, finding that besides Shi Deyuan's team, there were at least four or five other members of survivor caravans here, totaling over two hundred people, seemingly all trapped in this place.
"Brother Shi, what's going on?" Lin Xian asked.
Shi Deyuan rubbed his brow with a headache, looked at Lin Xian, and said helplessly, "Brother Lin, I'm really sorry, we've caused you trouble again. Now that you're here, we all have to be comrades through adversity. We've been stuck here for two days without breaking out, losing quite a few people. If we don't get reinforcements from the Phoenix Society, we might all end up here."
"Here's the thing, Sister Ning, Captain Lin." The fat man Fat Cat behind Shi Deyuan was wearing a thick fur coat, looking very bloated, with frost-resistant goggles, his face frozen red as he explained to the group.