The moment he left his seat and turned to the door, there was a shrill sound from Lu Feng’s transmitter. An Zhe passed by this person and could hear Lu Feng speak coldly toward the correspondent, “Trash.”

An Zhe was in a state of shock as he left the black market.

At this moment, it was evening and the sun had sunk. The western sky was a grey blue and the wind was becoming cold. After another two hours, the base would lose power. The supply station opposite the black market was closing and there was a steady stream of people leaving.

The supply station, the black market and the train station formed a triangle with a wide square in the middle. People came from all directions, like migrating ants, and filled the square and train platforms.

The train ran from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m. at every hour. It always arrived on time. The time on the schedule was approaching and there was a slight roar in the distance that gradually became louder. After a short and violent shaking, the train stopped on the tracks like a silver snake. The doors on one side open and a dozen carriage doors slid open. People on the train poured down. Some of them were returning from other parts of the city to their living areas while some had just returned from the wilderness.

At this moment, a soft mechanical female voice was broadcasted. “Passengers, due to an equipment failure, please get off immediately and wait. Waiting passengers, temporarily don’t board the train and wait.”

“Passengers, due to an equipment failure, please get off immediately and wait.”

The mechanical instructions played in a loop. The people who first heard it were confused before they quickly rushed to the periphery. This action infected other people and within three minutes, an atmosphere of panic spread across the station. Everyone hurried to the square.

An Zhe was waiting to get on the train when he was suddenly in the midst of a chaotic crowd. Although he didn’t know what happened, he knew the rules of human life. He turned around and intended to follow the crowd.

However, the crowd pushed each other and he was caught. Someone bumped into his back and there was the sound of high heels. An Zhe turned back, smelled a familiar scent and found it was Du Sai, the master of the underground third floor. She looked like she had just got off the train. Once their eyes met, Du Sai also recognized him. It seemed to be a subconscious gesture as she grabbed his wrist without speaking and pulled him to run.