By now, the water on the second floor was already past one's knees.
Chen Zhao still didn't figure out who these four people were.
But from their conversations, he figured out their relationships.
The man in his thirties with an unshaven face was the leader. His name was Warrencom.
The other two men and one woman were respectively Hawkinson, Hatcher, and Youna.
"Hey, Asian." Warrencom looked at Chen Zhao. "You really not running?"
"Can you please enlighten me where I can run to?" Chen Zhao asked helplessly.
"Oh yeah, there's nowhere to run to."
"But this place might get really dangerous later."
"It's okay," Chen Zhao said. "I'm not a good swimmer. I need to eat and drink my fill so I have the strength to swim."
Youna studied him. "Didn't your swim teacher tell you that you can't drink before swimming?"
"Don't you know? My swimming pool is always filled with beer. I swim in beer every day."
