If there still was a news broadcast, Gu Mian figured the television anchorwoman would have been sternly reporting about the nationwide typhoon landfall.
Gu Mian didn't watch television much, let alone the news broadcast, but each time he turned it on to the news channel, he would be struck by the seriousness of the anchorwoman's face on the screen.
Unfortunately, there were no more news broadcasts now.
He assumed the Meteorological Administration had become an empty shell too, so players in the future would probably face more natural disasters—without any weather forecasts.
The night was still very dark; the only light outside the window came from a distant supermarket.
The players downstairs were still shouting and chattering. The wind and rain outside hit the windows ceaselessly, making Gu Mian suspect that the living room window might be smashed by the wild wind.
"Speaking of which..." Fatty shivered in the darkness. "Doctor, I'm feeling a bit cold..."
