"99 teams, all captains and vice-captains must record the route daily in front of the sand table during the remaining time, and each choose a team member as their substitute. If the captain dies, the vice-captain takes over, if the vice-captain dies, the substitute takes over," Qing Chen's cold voice echoed in the midnight square of Whale Island.
Qing Chen: "Remember, from the moment you cross over, your life no longer belongs to you. Your only task is to procure the supplies I specified with your teammates, and then leave City 10 alive together, or reach the lower third district. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" the Time Travelers responded.
Qing Chen nodded: "When this disaster is over, you will have truly grown up. I hope that next time you return... I can still see you standing here."
To be honest, when Qing Chen said this, he felt a pang of pain. He knew very well what would happen in the following week of crossing.
