In the first floor of the Empire Building besides the staircase, there was a fierce argument going on.
The survivors split into two groups. The right had four people and the left had three.
The one leading the right side was a middle-aged man.
He had a thin build, wearing a dirty branded tuxedo's whose upper buttons were open and right pants was torn.
His eyes are beaded, partly covered by askew gold-rimmed glasses he was wearing.
The rim of his eyes were red, lips pointed, twisting into a sinister angle as he scolded the other side of survivors mercilessly.
"If I would not have done that, do you think we can escape?! Your flesh would not even be enough for all those wolves!" His loud cranky voice echoed in the whole first floor.
A middle-aged man woman from the opposing glared and Bei Mingsi with hatred. "Bei Mingsi! You ungrateful bastard! My husband helped you get on the jeep but you pushed him off!"
