"Han Cong can't be reached," the portly old man said. "Yesterday, he was still asking me to find a certain document and help him write a work summary. I gave him the password and told him to get on with it himself. But when I checked this morning, he'd only entered half the document, and he isn't answering his communicator."
"Do you think something happened to him?" Xu Huo asked, worried.
"He left the Surveillance Department building on his own," Li Song said flatly. "It happened last night. Maybe the unrest outside drew him in. You know what the West District is like right now. He couldn't get away fast enough, yet he went charging toward trouble. If something happened, he has no one to blame but himself."
Xu Huo fell silent and cautiously glanced downstairs again. Someone with sharp eyes spotted him, and a brick immediately came flying at the window.
The Surveillance Department building's windows were specially reinforced. One brick wouldn't break them, but the growing cracks and marks were still enough to make their hearts pound.
"Are there any other exits from the building?" Xu Huo asked, as if the idea had just occurred to him. "Staying here isn't going to work. We should find somewhere to hide. We could go near the Shadow Wall, at least. Surely they wouldn't attack the Shadow Wall itself."
"If anyone actually attacked the Shadow Wall, the East District wouldn't just sit back and do nothing, would it?"
But Lin Guang patted his shoulder and shook his head slightly.
"Do you think the East District players would care whether we lived or died once they got involved?" another team leader asked.
Everyone fell silent. They all understood where they stood.
"Only people who care about their companions and their fellow countrymen