After the long night passed, there were still many, many things for the guardians of the refuge to do.
They counted the number of the dead and transported as many as possible to the East Campus, saving those they could and preparing a memorial service in the days to follow for those they couldn't.
In seven hundred years, Baichuan City, once protected by the rules, had partially turned into complete ruins.
Qian Yixin had originally wanted to ask the capitalists in the industrial zone for some money, to experience the power of "everything's smooth with the salary sorted, and the ceiling becomes irrelevant", but the factory buildings had largely collapsed, and the capitalists had perished during the battle.
His business of making money had thus fallen through halfway.
As for the West City District, the city center, it looked as though it had been bombarded by countless meteors.