Mr. Jing was frowning, pondering how to get some payback for his daughter, but her domineering approach also shocked him.
Jing Shu, in one smooth motion, inserted the hooked wire through the peephole. She maneuvered it to the door handle on the inside, gave a gentle pull, and the door swung open. After ten years of the apocalypse, if you hadn't maxed out your lock-picking and window-climbing skills, you'd be ashamed to even call yourself a survivor.
Next year, the sea level would rise, and the central area of Wu City would be flooded. Anyone who hadn't fully upgraded this skill wouldn't even be able to loot the submerged supplies. Those with quick hands looted various supplies to trade for food, while the slow ones could only resort to drinking water teeming with red earthworms.
