Even if this was a contest whose ending had already been written, she could never concede defeat.
If she fell.
So would the countless lives behind her.
An entire planet, thousands of years, and the civilization built by generations.
The gun was destroyed. Who said the future couldn't be changed?
Sheng An stood there. At 1.7 meters tall, she was relatively short among the Superpower People, but at that moment, she was like a towering mountain-the unyielding will of this planet, this country.
As the center of the prophecy, she felt no fear. She would still press forward without hesitation.
"All right, that concludes today's analysis. Hao Jingye, report the information to our superiors. Everyone, take your positions and prepare for the apocalypse." Sheng An's lips curved upward. She waved a hand, calm and composed.
With that, she turned to leave.
Holding the broken gun in one hand and Qi Lingwu's hand in the other, she looked as effortlessly confident and indestructible from behind as ever.
Long Tianyu clutched his chest. After a long moment, he managed only one word: "Fuck."
Badass!
A surge of hot blood seemed to rush from their hearts to their heads. Their despair and dejection vanished, replaced by boundless fighting spirit.
What was there to fear?
If they were all destined to die, then they would give everything they had while they were still alive.
Besides, the gun was gone. No one could dictate their ending.
Hao Jingye gathered everything up and strode after her. "All right, let's get to work."
Everyone in Group B rose and followed Sheng An.
Once they left, only Group A remained in the Cafeteria, having been too busy listening to the analysis to eat.
Ruan Zifeng grabbed Lou Mingwei, his voice excited. "Holy shit, Sister Sheng is so badass!"