Return countdown: 160:00:00.
It had only been eight hours since this journey began.
For the first time, Qing Chen felt that crossing over could be this agonizing.
"Move!" Qing Chen said coldly.
More than six hundred refugees followed him swiftly across the road to the bank Qing Chen had chosen earlier. Its doors stood open, and seven pale corpses lay inside.
"Mengqian, tell me the moment a rat locks onto you," Qing Chen said.
He and Zhang Mengqian stood at the entrance, each relying on their sixth sense to determine whether rats were tailing them.
"Faster, faster! Run! Don't talk!" Qing Chen continuously directed the refugees into the bank. Only after ensuring it was safe did he and Zhang Mengqian slip inside.
In an environment like this, Qing Chen could finally relax for a moment.
Eight straight hours of high-strain vigilance had left Qing Chen exhausted. "Liu Chong, destroy the backup generator in the bank. We can't let someone lose their mind and turn it on, drawing in the Rat Tide. We'll rest here for four hours. Once the Rat Tide shifts away, we'll break through directly toward the Lower Three Districts."
Liu Chong asked, "Boss, haven't the Lower Three Districts fallen?"
Qing Chen considered it for two seconds. "They won't fall. There are people I can trust guarding them."
The Parent's Association would not disappoint him.
Qing Chen turned to everyone and said, "During the rest period, no one is allowed to make loud noise or approach the gates. I'll notify you when it's time to leave. No one touches anything in the storage room without my permission."
The refugees sat on the bank's cold floor. Several strong adult men seized the few benches in the bank and sprawled across them, completely ignoring the elderly and children.
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