Ouyang Che sighed. "It's true. The entire base is blanketed in snow. I heard the tent city in the slums has been completely buried.
"So many people died. A lot of them moved to the bungalow district, but they're still short on food and warm clothes. The death toll keeps rising every day."
Luo Yunxi sighed wistfully. "So what's the plan?"
"All the ordinary people have stopped working. They're positioning themselves against the base and against the superpower users.
"They don't dare provoke the superpower users directly, but they've already started several riots.
"They're demanding one full meal a day and clothes to keep them warm."
Feng Moxi remained silent. She had made a rough estimate the other day—there were at least a hundred thousand refugees in the slums.
'In the Apocalypse, no one could bear the burden of such a massive shortfall. Even ordinary superpower users might not make it through this endless blizzard.'
"What about the elderly and the children in the slums...?"
