"Squeak..."
On their way to the Power Distribution Room, Ling Mo and the others passed through several eerie, dark corridors. The floors here were similarly covered with discarded materials from the renovation process, and some tools were abandoned on the way, forming various obstacles that significantly slowed their progress.
"There aren't many bodies to be seen here, not even much blood." Ling Mo observed as he mumbled to himself, "Probably because when the disaster broke out, there were only construction workers in this building..."
"Why bother with these useless things..." Tang Hao rolled his eyes from the back.
"Moving slowly, isn't it just to let the people behind catch up? Speaking of which, the masked woman who left earlier should be returning with people now, right? Why not wait for them?"
Tang Hao's mind was a jumble of thoughts, his eyes darting around the floor.
Even though Little White was carrying him at the moment, he dared not make any rash moves.
