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The sky grew darker and darker.
The rain fell harder and harder.
At times, the wind howled, whipping the wavering city; at others, it became terrifyingly silent, as if gathering strength for the next onslaught.
Fortunately, those stranded in the Film and Television City were being gradually moved to Yangchang Mountain via the temporary high-wire cableway made out of Heavy-Duty Steel Wire, steadily toward the Lan City Rescue Team.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" said Zhong Dingwei, the man who had once been a supervisor.
Zhong Dingwei was injured, his leg crushed by something, and he limped as he walked.
"Captain Ji, you should also head back to base and rest. We can take it from here," said several young trainees.
"Alright, I'll leave this side to you," Ji Yun nodded.
Ji Yun glanced at the supervisor, Zhong Dingwei, who hadn't gone far, hesitated for a moment, then caught up with him and extended a hand to help him.
