Watching this happen, Long Qi was utterly powerless to intervene. Even in the "Movie Theater," he could only slap his thigh in frustration—if he had been able to.
At the worst, any one of these blood-sucking mosquitoes, or any one of their descendants, might one day grow into something like the "Skull Demon King."
At the thought of that possibility, Long Qi felt like vomiting three liters of blood.
And he really did vomit blood.
It was not that the construction materials smashing into his face had been so deadly. Rather, after selecting the Strong Intervention Plan, the Magneto-Optical Mica Manipulation Threads, following Cat's Eye's latest adjustments, had further intervened in his Form and Spirit Framework, making it more orderly.
Outwardly, this manifested as the pooled blood in his severely injured five viscera and six bowels rushing up his throat. He looked as though he might keel over dead in the shadow beside the office building's wall at any moment.
"People online are already discussing how to group-buy you an urn." Cat's Eye clicked her tongue in sympathy.
"Big Sis, could you focus a little... You're still watching the livestream?"
"Of course I need to keep an eye on it. And not just the livestream—there's news from Lake City too. This isn't just about the few of us. The public reaction is still crucial. Oh, right. Mosquito coils and insect repellent are sold out in Lake City. Did you know that?"
Long Qi blanked out for a moment. Then scenes from the countless "card games" he had been responsible for restarting over the past two weeks flashed through his mind—the difficult situation Lake City had faced when disaster loomed over it. He gave a bitter smile.
"Are the roads out of the city blocked? Especially the Cross-River Bridge, the one