"I still need to ask what the two of you are looking for me for," Tang Ye turned his head and said casually.
Xu Haishui touched his nose and said, "Don't you know what happened yesterday?"
"What happened?"
"There was a death."
"A death?" Tang Ye furrowed his eyebrows. That phrase sounded too simple in the post-apocalyptic world, but coming from Xu Haishui himself, it was anything but simple.
"Yes, just yesterday, someone in the Second Army Corps hoarded duty equipment and attacked the Eighth Army Corps between two to four o'clock in the morning, damaging five dormitory buildings and resulting in seventy-four deaths and over two hundred injuries, both serious and minor."
"The reason for this incident was objections raised by the Eighth Army Corps at three o'clock yesterday morning regarding the death of Ding Fulong, leading to a midnight operation attacking the Second Army Corps and causing over thirty deaths in the Second Army Corps."
"How was it dealt with?"