"Do you know who President Zhang is? Once we get to the shelter, he'll be treated like a VIP. What's wrong with him eating a piece of your biscuit now?" The sidekick seems disgruntled, ready for an argument, but President Zhang holds him back.
"Forget it, we'll talk about it when we get to the shelter." President Zhang takes a long, deep look at Yu Liang. The rest of the group doesn't ask Yu Liang for food either.
The refuge is just ahead, where there should be food and water. There is indeed no need for unpleasantness here.
Yu Liang watches as the officer devours half a piece of compressed biscuit in quick gulps, followed by unlatching a bottle of mineral water and downing over half the bottle. Some of the water seeps out from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his neck.
Wait, when did the black lines on the officer's body disappear?
