"Get ready now. We're leaving in half an hour." Tang Zheng said, before turning his back on them and heading to the windows. He surveyed the street to make sure no surprises were waiting, then returned to his seat on the sofa. He opened his travel bag to check his items, arranging his essentials within easy reach. Then, from his bag, he brought out a can of tuna, cutting it open with his Extreme Force folding knife. He needed to replenish his energy.
The bald man was watching Tang Zheng, swallowing audibly at the sight of the canned tuna. The others were no different. It was nearly lunchtime, and everyone was hungry but no one else had any food. Their backpacks were ditched on the fourth floor of the building and were mostly full of the possessions they had hurriedly stuffed into them these past few days, lacking food or water.
