The heavy rain had begun to fall, washing away the sweltering summer heat.
"Xiaosang, my phone still has no signal. I can't report to headquarters at all!"
Chen Qishou's face was pale. A few figures in black robes and hoods were tied up before him, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
Nearby, Zhang Tiandong's legs felt a bit weak. He paced back and forth rapidly and asked,
"Aren't there a lot of Celestial Humans in the city? Let's just go report to them directly!"
"No." Li Xiaosang was the first to calm down. She said, "It's just a few Cultists. No need to be so nervous. If we really go report to them, will those Celestial Humans even bother with us? Besides, many of them have already rushed off to the ruins."
Chen Qishou frowned, glancing at the heavy rain outside.
"I have a feeling things aren't that simple."
With that, he walked over, patted the face of one of the hooded men, and asked,
"What exactly are you trying to do? What is your goal?"
