Fortunately, they were rescued by a group of kind-hearted NPCs who were also fleeing disaster, and were able to take refuge in this shipwreck-themed cafe.

Thank you, boss, for spending money. The coffee shop's decoration and construction are quite expensive. The steel plates on the exterior walls gave this group of people a great sense of security, which allowed them to hold out until the search and rescue team arrived.

Among the dozen or so trapped people, Lu Xiaoyao finished her food, and her empty eyes finally moved. She turned her head to look at another player who was also squatting in the corner, silently eating food and drinking water.

The other person had an arrogant and unruly look on their face, and with their frizzy, urchin-like hair, they didn't look like a student at all.

So how did this person get into military school without having to change their hairstyle?

Which school is so lax in its management?

She looked into the cold indifference and disdain that flashed in the other person's eyes as they looked at the NPCs around them, clearly and unequivocally drawing a line between herself and the NPCs.

To this, Lu Xiaoyao could only roll her eyes.

This guy, what right does he have to look down on NPCs?

Just as this thought crossed Lu Xiaoyao's mind, she saw the spiky-haired man hand the half-eaten cookie in his hand to a little girl NPC who was being blocked by his body.

"Huh?"

Lu Xiaoyao tilted her head and looked over there curiously, but before she could see clearly, the other person immediately glared back, which startled her.

"cut……"

Sensing the other party's hostility, Lu Xiaoyao pouted and turned her gaze away, then looked at the scattered corpses outside the shop.

She could still hear the rescue workers saying that once everyone present had rested, they would be transferred with them, and if all went well, they would be back at the survivor base by tomorrow morning…