As Hope's voice faded, the holographic projection inside Black Lady Two rapidly changed.
A countdown appeared in the air.
09:45
09:44
Young Hope watched the changing numbers, a glimmer of excitement and anticipation in his eyes.
What would Professor Lü say in a moment?
At one of the assembly points.
The crowd was packed shoulder to shoulder.
The bright lights could not dispel the despondent atmosphere.
Everyone wore the same expression, as though cast from a single mold.
Silent, dispirited, ashen-faced...
Soft sobs drifted from every corner, mingling into a noisy background hum.
The oppressive surroundings created a vicious cycle, weighing everyone's spirits down even further.
The man in charge looked at the scene before him, his brow tightly furrowed.
He sighed softly and turned to the staff member beside him. "We can't let this go on!"
"Once someone loses hope, how are they any different from the walking dead?"
The staff member nodded silently. The oppressive atmosphere had affected him, too.
He knew this mood was terribly detrimental to the Escape Plan, but what could he do?
Everyone present had experienced separation or bereavement to some degree.
Who could stay in good spirits after watching friends and family die before their eyes?
Receiving no response, the man in charge let out another long sigh. "I heard Professor Lü will be giving a speech shortly. I wonder what's changed with the Escape Plan this time."
"Let's hope it's good news..."
The staff member gazed numbly at the people before him.
Good news? Let's hope so.
The bright lights at the assembly point quietly dimmed.
The sudden change brought everyone to a halt, and fear even crept into many people's eyes.
The next moment, indicator lights came on across the large holographic projectors installed around the assembly point a few