"Du du du ..."
The microphone fell limply, and the most resolute and cold voice in the world came from it.
The person in the room was stunned for less than a second. He suddenly thought of something and quickly walked to the window.
Then, they saw the revelry crowd in the square downstairs squeezing and wandering crazily. Countless eyes were staring at the floor they were on. They were roaring and irascible. Driven by some will, they were like an ignited gasoline can. In an explosive and violent state of mind, they rushed to their position ...
There was actually someone who was so violent that he directly used his head to hit the wall of their building.
However, there were still people who were slightly more clear-headed. They tried their best to squeeze through and began to move toward the entrance of the building.