"Is that so?"
Li Yao waved his hands randomly. "It doesn't matter now. Let's just march out of here. My bloodthirsty saber has been starved for a long time!"
Against the aftermath of the barrage, he rushed to the back cabin.
The carrier was not in a complicated structure. After leaving the bridge and passing a long pathway, Li Yao reached the large warehouse, which was supposed to store goods.
But at this moment, it was the stink of fear that flowed out of the warehouse when Li Yao pushed the thick alloy gate. The warehouse was fully loaded with the civilians who were in bloody, ragged clothes, with horror and sorrow on their faces. It was like an iron can crammed with rotten meat.
Xiaoming and Wenwen were trying to comfort the people who had luckily survived death, but the two of them were only kids no more than ten on the surface. How could they be persuasive with their cute cheeks and their young voices?
