The first floor of the shelter was like a refugee camp. There were many tents in the big lobby, and the whole place was occupied by strange smells. It was very noisy, as people were talking, and children were crying and shouting, which was very annoying.
While the second floor was not that good either, it was slightly better than the basement, and it was like heaven compared to the first floor. There was a group of people sitting on the floor, some meditating and others talking softly. It was Huang Jiahui and her friends, all looking anxious and insecure.
To explain why they were there, one would need to go back six days. Huang Jiahui had not seen Luo Yuan ever since he’d gone out with the government servant, but she’d received some shocking news the next morning. Apparently, several evolved men had disobeyed military orders and had been arrested.