In the city of Tokyo, which has fallen into stagnation and panic, the survivors are like trapped beasts in a cage, nowhere to escape, only struggling.
"Three hundred and seventy!"
"Three hundred and seventy-one!"
Jing Xiang had not left, she stood in the bedroom, holding a samurai sword, making chopping motions. This was the task that Tang Zheng had assigned her.
Without electricity, the air conditioning could not be turned on, making the entire house hot like a steam room. The sweaty female employee had soaked her entire body, but she didn't dare to slack off, and she was still diligently wielding her sword, thinking about every step that Tang Zheng had described.
Sweat dropped onto the floor, soaking into the forming many rows of wet spots. The summer cicadas were singing tirelessly, making the entire street even more tranquil.
With the citizens fleeing, there were many empty houses everywhere, which made it easier for Tang Zheng to find a place to stay.
