When it was almost noon, most of the Heartless put aside what they were doing and walked toward the tower's periphery.
With Jiang Baimian's recent experience, she could imagine the situation outside this area with her eyes closed.
The Heartless in charge of logistics had already prepared food. The ones working in the core area would return home to fill their stomachs. They would then make the best use of their time to rest for a while or return to work immediately, giving their colleagues—who had yet to eat—time to eat.
If it weren't for the fact that the Heartless present didn't communicate with each other and that their every move seemed to be a preset program, this would be a very warm, lively, and ordinary scene that exuded vibrancy.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian felt like she was watching a silent drama starring monsters. She couldn't help but tremble.