"They're so stupid, look at all this stuff—we can eat for a while with this."
"Ow, why did you hit me?"
"What are you blabbing about, we're outside."
Old Xu scolded, a cautious man through and through.
"So what, everyone in the building is nearly dead anyway."
"Bullshit. There are still some tough cookies upstairs, so you'd better shut the hell up."
Then, silence really did fall.
Listening to the sound of the door opening, there were at least four or five people.
After waiting a few minutes, Song Yi motioned everyone to head back.
This time they went straight to 2102, his place had heating, which made it somewhat better.
"Brother Song, how did things become such a mess? I don't even know what's going on!"
Yeah, it's a bit chaotic, but still clear enough to make sense of.
"Yeah, we thought the group on the twelfth floor were our main rivals at first.
But the real big boss turned out to be someone else."