Twenty youths, dressed neatly and uniformly, stood in five rows, heads high, chests out, eyes focused.
In front of them, Liu Minghao felt a bit better—at last, the branch office had agreed to send some reinforcements.
Wei Zidao hurried to the branch office overnight, bringing back not only reinforcements but also a large batch of alcohol.
However, what puzzled Liu Minghao was that this morning, besides the overwhelming discussions about earthquake disasters online, there was nothing about the strange clouds.
Clearly, the Management Bureau hadn't had time to cover it up in this space—yet no one brought it up.
Good or bad... Liu Minghao shook his head silently.
"Brother Hao, there's something strange... All our equipment has malfunctioned."
"What's the matter?"
