On the high roof—the empty rooftop—the mournful female voice sounded melodious and ethereal.
Jiang Baimian quietly listened for a while before looking around the silent, dark city. She sighed and said, "This song is not bad."
Without waiting for Shang Jianyao and the others to respond, Jiang Baimian continued, "Let's go down. The lights are off, and we don't know what will happen now. We have to monitor the jeep and the armored vehicle after all.
"If we are careless and end up losing them, it will be even more troublesome when we face danger later." She was not worried that there wouldn't be any means of transportation tomorrow morning because there seemed to be quite a number of drivable cars in the city ruin.
"Yes, Team Leader!" Long Yuehong replied reflexively.
Jiang Baimian then looked at Shang Jianyao. "Turn off the speaker. Otherwise, it might easily make us a target."
