Once Liang Yuan and the others left, the people inside the building looked at each other.
Soon, someone suddenly erupted, shouting loudly as they rushed towards the room of the deceased middle-aged man.
The others immediately scrambled to their feet, angrily cursing and shouting, competing to snatch the surrounding supplies.
The building instantly plunged into chaos.
But all this had nothing to do with Liang Yuan and his group anymore.
Back on the speedboat, Liang Yuan asked Bai Zhirui to take care of Zhao Huiyao.
He piloted the speedboat, heading swiftly towards the Ring City World Trade, fifty kilometers away.
On the speedboat, Zhao Huiyao gazed in wonder at the vessel.
"You, you even have a speedboat? Are you part of a rescue team?"
She couldn't help but exclaim excitedly.
In her mind, only a national rescue team or firefighters would use such a speedboat for rescue operations.
That must be it, surely.
