"He has a point!" He Yi said softly, watching Zhou Fan's retreating figure. "Go find your Senior Uncle!"
Fan was stunned for a moment, then nodded. Pushing down their grief, they left the complex, each carrying a body on their back.
But what neither Zhou Fan nor He Yi and Fan knew was that just after they left, a figure reappeared on the rooftop. Or, to be more precise, two figures. A petite one was riding on the shoulders of a tall one.
"Hee hee hee, Big Brother's gotten stronger again. But that annoying old man was here, too. I really don't like this aura!" Wan'Er giggled, her voice carrying far into the distance.
