In the quiet rainy night, there were the occasional roars of unknown creatures, gunshots, car collisions, explosions, and the strange and heart-chilling cries of babies mixed in with these different sounds.
All sorts of different voices made the atmosphere in the guardhouse unusually quiet.
There were so many people, but no one dared to make a sound.
The guards and the prisoners just squatted in the warehouse obediently, quietly waiting for the chaos outside to pass.
"Pa!"
Lu Xin lit up a cigarette in the unnervingly quiet atmosphere. When he noticed that many people were looking at him, he shrugged his shoulders unnaturally and said, ""You guys want one too?"
