Shifting time a little earlier, back to one hour after the broadcast building had just been bombed.
"How are you guys doing? Can you still hold on?"
Leon glanced at the robber sister being carried on her brother's back, her little face deathly pale and beaded with sweat. He couldn't help but pause and frowned, saying:
"Why don't we stop here? You can give me a general direction, and I'll find my way ahead by myself."
"No... there's no need..."
Upon hearing Leon's words, the robber brother, whose complexion wasn't great either, shook his head, pale-faced but breathing excitedly:
"We want to go! We want to see... see for ourselves... what happens to those people!"
After speaking, the crystal dust within the robber brother's body kept struggling forward painfully, making the robber sister, who couldn't walk due to the pain, nod her little head. Weak but full of pleasure, she said:
