While the people were fighting, Zhao Hao and Wang Wei had already dug out the roof of the supermarket.
Their speed had obviously slowed down because the snow was getting denser and denser. If you used an ordinary shovel to dig, you had to pry it bit by bit.
It was almost nighttime, and the sky was already dark. However, these people had no intention of going back.
They had already dug a lot. If they left now, the pit they had painstakingly dug might be snatched away by others.
They had not eaten anything at noon, and many of them were already starving.
"I, I'm a little hungry. Why don't we go back first, Big Brother Zhao…"
It was Wang Wei who spoke first. Hunger after a full meal was worse than starving every day.
"But this pit? Why don't we discuss it with people above the pit and take turns guarding?"