While Jin rested in the house, within the heart of Shanghai, the surroundings were dominated by a towering skyscraper.
Its elevation offered a view that spanned the vast cityscape. Positioned on a specific floor, the ambiance was bathed in subdued darkness, with glass windows allowing glimpses of the swift-moving sky above and the government's makeshift shelter in the distance.
A quartet of individuals shared this sight, each gazing downward.
"So, this is the government's temporary refuge," remarked an ordinary young man with close-cropped, ebony hair.
Despite his unassuming appearance, his robust physique betrayed latent strength. This was none other than Wu Chenyang. Seated in a chair, his gaze traversed the expanse of the azure heavens, his lips curving into a knowing smile.