Jing Shu didn't bother to count exactly how many Balds there were; she could only see a densely packed crowd. Her mental arithmetic was getting faster, a skill honed by long practice with the Magic Cube, and her calculating ability was growing exponentially.
Shi Jiujiu kept recording with his phone, "My God, this girl says she's here to evacuate us, but how on earth is she going to evacuate over a thousand people?"
Jinglai was also startled. "Jing Shu, don't talk nonsense! How can you possibly evacuate so many people? We should still call Officer Li to send some help!"
"Yes, yes, although we're really thankful, there are so many of us..."
Jing Shu shouted, "Enough with the nonsense! The oil community has only evacuated half its residents; it would take at least two hours for more help to arrive. The city area has been flooded, and everyone's scrambling for higher ground. Who has police forces to spare for this remote supermarket? If you don't want to die, do as I say!"
