The sky outside the window had not yet completely darkened.
The torrential rain continued to "whoosh" down.
Beneath the fine curtain of rain, several colorful rubber boats filled with people could vaguely be seen, docking in an orderly fashion by Building A.
However, they seemed to have been blocked by people at the entrance of the building and did not manage to enter the hallway.
From the current situation, it appeared as if the two sides were negotiating something.
Some people even wielded sticks and kitchen knives.
"People coming isn't a problem, the key issue is that this group is too organized," Sun Jingtao picked up his telescope again to take another look, frowning slightly.
Surviving in a natural disaster was already difficult enough.
If conflicts between buildings or gangs were added into the mix, it would only compound the hardships of current life.
