After wolfing down three double-layer cheese thick fried chicken burgers, Bi Fang finally arrived at his own front door. He took out his phone and checked, but Jerret hadn't replied to his message about having landed.
Looks like he's asleep.
Jerret and his team had evacuated from Japan looking disheveled and utterly exhausted.
They had been waiting in the Magic Capital for several days, on one hand to regroup and, on the other, waiting for Bi Fang.
Having gotten in touch with Bi Fang, everyone was very happy, and the gloom hanging over their heads lifted somewhat, giving them a chance to breathe.
Now, just 24 hours later, Bi Fang hadn't given them any advance notice about buying his ticket. They didn't expect Bi Fang to arrive so quickly and had long since gone to rest.
"I'll look at it tomorrow morning."
With only five percent battery left on his phone, Bi Fang unlocked the front door, quickly plugged in the charger, and managed to prolong its life just before it shut down.
