Feng Zi had been drowning in fear on the rooftop for a long time. After the series of gunshots, she didn't know who won or lost.
Until Zhang Heng's voice came from downstairs.
"Okay. You can come down now."
Feng Zi poked her head out cautiously after she heard what Zhang Heng said. When she looked down, she saw Zhang Heng and the baseball-capped boy lying on the ground beside him, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Only then did she confirm that the battle was over. She then breathed a sigh of relief from the top of the building and ran to Zhang Heng.
After that, Zhang Heng picked up the boy's torso.
"Didn't you say you walk around the factory carrying heavy objects?"
"Yes. Why ask?"
"Help me carry his lower half."
"What are you going to do?"
