Kiambang was the last to arrive at the designated location. This place was a slum on the north side of the city, with houses made of plastic sheets stretching endlessly. These plastic sheets provided only basic protection from dust and rain. But for those who had no means to replace their prosthetics, it was much better than nothing.
Kiambang weaved past several ordinary people lying on the ground to find the spot.
It was an area enclosed by opaque plastic sheets. The Old Senior was there, clutching a stick and sitting cross-legged on the ground. The others had arrived earlier and were all seated around him.
"Sorry, I am late," Kiambang explained, "I took a detour to check out the situation over there..."
"Sit," Xiang Shan gestured with a wave of his hand.
Kiambang sat down in the direction Xiang Shan indicated. Xiang Shan looked around, "It seems that everyone has safely made it here. Good."
