"But how are you supposed to report to the higher-ups?" The truck driver picked up the microphone from the driver's seat and looked at the fisherman with a troubled face, "There is no obvious change in the Baikal Remains now. Just a little girl saying this city is angry... Even if she is a Hunter, where is the anger of the Baikal Remains manifested? Are we supposed to just call the Disaster Response Committee and tell them the Baikal Remains is angry... Even if they believe it, if they ask further questions, we won't be able to answer anything."
"Just report it truthfully first! I believe in this little girl's ability!" The fisherman decided decisively, "As for the changes in the Baikal Remains, we can't feel them simply because we're outside right now! Sun Hang and the others must be in big trouble!"
"Alright, I'll contact the Disaster Response Committee immediately... Also, do we need to send reinforcements from the camp over there?"
