This man spoke feebly to another person.
The other person was bald, with skin on top of his head that had been sunburnt to the redness and swelling of a cooked lobster.
He touched his head and gently rubbed it, and a small piece of flesh was rubbed off.
Hiss—
It felt like being pricked by a needle, causing him to clench his teeth tightly.
After gasping for air several times.
He said sarcastically: "Forget it, they can't even hold out themselves. Just now when I went there, I saw more than thirty people cramming into a room less than 12 square meters. All for that bit of air conditioning."
"Heh." He sneered, and the next second, he started coughing violently.
Cough cough cough—
Ptui—
He spit out a bloody chunk of matter.
Obviously, it was part of his internals, coughed out during the violent spells.
But he wasn't panicked, nor surprised, as if resigned to his fate, exhaustion surged over him like a tide.
Mumbling under his breath, his voice barely audible.
