"After a night of hard work, we made three huge boxes of sandwiches, pizzas stacked over a meter high, a big pot of thick soup, and lots of noodles and salads packed in takeout containers even though they were actually fresh..."
"Everything was steaming hot, smelled great, and tasted pretty good. So when we brought it all to the disaster relief site, the gang members were very happy."
"They hardly ever called us little bastards. God, I still can't believe one gang boss even praised us as geniuses. They'd been prepared to eat convenience food..."
"If that was the case, why did the conflict break out?" Schiller asked, somewhat puzzled.
Tire sighed and said, "It wasn't us who clashed with the gangs. It was those Old Street residents who were rescued."
"When the buildings were about to collapse, lots of people felt the shaking and ran out ahead of time, or jumped straight down from upstairs. They were all only lightly injured and had no problem moving around or talking."
"When the gang members rushed over for disaster relief, those people were still searching the rubble for their belongings. The wind was strong and the rain was pouring down then. Most of them had run out in their sleepwear and had nothing to shield themselves from the wind and rain. Some of their scrapes were still bleeding."
"The gang members told them to take shelter in the tents Wayne Enterprises had put up and get their wounds treated while they were there, but those people insisted on digging through the rubble, trying to salvage their property."
Tire said helplessly, "They should have moved into the second-phase housing as soon as construction was finished. But they wasted time packing up all that stuff. Otherwise, nobody would have been left in those