28th Floor, Third Squad.
Duan Ling was asleep. After fiercely releasing the pent-up emotions in her heart, under the persuasion of all team members, she entered the rest area without saying a word.
Now, only a little over 10 official members remained.
Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over these people.
"Those who are alive, and can still move," Fang Qingyu's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone. "Starting now, we'll take shifts. I'll take the first watch; the rest of you, split up according to your injuries and abilities."
The command was concise and direct.
No extra concern was necessary.
In such times, clear tasks and goals instead allow people to temporarily detach from overwhelming grief, grabbing a hold of a point of reality.
No one raised objections.
Fang Qingyu's strength had been proven multiple times, and under the shadow of great casualties, following orders became an instinctive response.
