Jiang Yan had just crawled out of the "dog hole" she created with a heavy machine gun and a fire axe when Ye Qing's figure appeared not far from the entrance of Warehouse No.1.
He held a submachine gun tightly in his hand, his eyes full of vigilance as he swept his gaze around.
When he saw the rows of glass boxes filled with formalin and corpses, his pupils contracted noticeably.
However, unlike Jiang Yan, who reacted with a reflexive jump away, he drew closer, furrowing his brows as he carefully observed one of the male bodies.
"Ye Qing," Jiang Yan called out proactively, then quickly walked outside.
The exaggerated protective gas mask previously on her face had been taken off and tossed back into Space, replaced by the dusty mask she had worn before.
Ye Qing had clearly seen her, "Jiang Yan!"
"Are you alright? Are you injured anywhere?" he asked, concern barely perceptible in the depth of his eyes as he observed the bloodstains and dust covering Jiang Yan.
