The three of them were incredibly anxious, like ants on a hot pan.
"What if, we just walk out of Demon City?" said Zhang Yan, sticking out her tongue.
Mr. Song: "..."
Wen Feng: "..."
Of course, that was a joke.
Walking out of Demon City wasn't realistic.
Moreover, there was another problem; it wasn't just about leaving Demon City.
Even if you left Demon City, your ultimate goal is to head overseas.
Now they realized something even more terrifying: if they reached another city and the airports, ferries, trains were still checking for them, they still wouldn't be able to leave the country.
The only option now was to smuggle themselves out.
"Find a black boat and head overseas!"
This was the only solution the three of them could come up with in the end.
They reached out, and, to their surprise, they actually managed to find a black ship.
It was expensive.
But now they had no choice; it was the only way.
