6:30 PM.
Xie Ning and her team had rescued another five people from the residential complex—men and women who looked no better than beggars. With night falling, they prepared to call it a day.
The bus stopped in front of Building 98 in District 1.
The woman holding the child looked over, her face twisting in disgust. "We're staying here tonight?"
"This was a low-income housing unit before the apocalypse, with only six floors. The apartments are all lined up in a row, facing north, like classrooms. The layout is simple, which makes it easier to guard at night," the delivery boy explained briefly.
But the woman with the child remained deeply unsatisfied. "We could stay in Building 30. All the apartments there are large, over a hundred square meters. Rich people and company bosses used to live there, so the conditions must be better."
Xie Ning nodded and handed her backpack to Song Kexin. "If you want to go, then go. Like I said, I'm very flexible. Do whatever you want."
