บท 213: A Specific Person

“I think, this time around, the word {you} that she said means ‘you people’.”

Phoenix extended out her hand to help pull Chen Xiaolian up from the ground.

Chen Xiaolian was lying behind the door of a shop. The wooden door was knocked down by him when he fell and his body was presently lying in the middle of a pile of sawdust.

“At a time like this, you can still joke?” Chen Xiaolian looked at the young woman.

Phoenix held onto the large rifle and slung it casually over her shoulder. Then, she replied, “Why not? It’s not as though we lost anything.”

Chen Xiaolian stood up and brushed off the glass fragments and sawdust on his body.

The sharp sound of siren could be heard coming from the distance.

“We need to leave this place as soon as possible. If we get entangled with the police, the situation will only worsen,” said Chen Xiaolian. He looked at Phoenix before speaking to Lun Tai who was standing some distance away, “How is it?”