It wasn't that no one had thought of going upstairs, but night had already fallen. Exploring a new area at this hour was clearly unwise, and who could say for sure that the rooms upstairs were safe?
Before long, they had chosen who would draw lots. Miao Qing would represent Group 1, and Jiang Zhao Group 3; both were their groups' leaders. Everyone assumed Group 2 would send Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng tossed his head and looked at the fat man. "The organization needs you now."
"Oh, okay." The fat man nodded his big head and stepped forward.
Wan Ming found a crumpled piece of paper somewhere, tore it into three roughly equal strips, and took out a pen. She was about to mark one of them when Miao Qing stopped her.
"Let us do it instead." Miao Qing's tone was courteous, but his eyes were full of distrust toward Jiang Zhao and the others.
"Let's do as Mr. Miao suggests." Jiang Zhao smiled as he took the paper and pen, then handed them to Miao Qing. He added, "I wasn't in my right mind when I did those unpleasant things earlier. It won't happen again. I hope we can work together sincerely from here on out. I'll show you my good faith."
"We'd be glad to see that, Mr. Jiang. We all want the same thing—to survive." Since Jiang Zhao had offered him an opening, Miao Qing was happy to accept it. The task hadn't officially begun yet, and making things ugly now would do no one any good.
Jiang Zhao nodded amiably, then looked at Jiang Cheng. He knew that Jiang Cheng was the real heart of Group 2—and the hardest one to deal with. "Young Mr. Jiang..."
"Let's talk after you survive tonight." Jiang Cheng couldn't