Qingyuan Base.
So the radio announcement had not been mere noise. They were moving quickly, gathering survivors, registering ability users, and building hierarchy before the ashes even cooled.
Lu Chengran asked, "Why divert here?"
Major Lin looked back toward the vehicles.
One of the soldiers moved aside.
Only then did Tang Li Yue see the people inside.
Civilians.
Not many, perhaps eight or nine. There was a woman clutching a child. An old man with a bandaged head. A teenage boy curled near the door, shaking under a blanket. Two young women with hollow eyes. A soldier sitting rigidly with one hand pressed against his abdomen, his face too pale beneath the dirt.
Tang Li Yue's expression cooled.
Ah. Trouble wearing blood-stained clothes has once again arrived at her doorstep.
Major Lin's voice lowered.
