"right!"

These people turned around and went to the city to see if they could find any fabric or something similar to set up a tent outside, so that at least they could be protected from the wind.

Chen Yu observed their actions and ultimately decided not to have the ability users intervene. Let them stay outside if they want; the base wouldn't provide them with any assistance anyway.

...

As night fell, the people at Qiyuan Base were unable to sleep. They worked through the night to rebuild the collapsed buildings.

In the open field, rows of military tents stood. In the central tent, Yang Songming stared in shock at Zhu Zhengzhong. "What?! Is the information reliable?"

Zhu Zhengzhong's face was also gloomy at this moment. "We just received the news. As you know, there was an earthquake three days ago. Our inside agents had no way to send the message over."

Yang Songming stood up and paced back and forth in the room. How could so many superhumans suddenly appear at the B City base?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhu Zhengzhong became anxious. "Old Yang, in the past three days, more than half of the survivors in our base have died or been injured. We are short of manpower for reconstruction. If Old Zheng attacks at this time, we will be in danger."

“No,” Yang Songming thought of all sorts of problems, but he never imagined that Zheng Qiming would lead superhumans to attack them. “Old Zheng cares about the lives of those soldiers and won’t easily start a war. What I’m worried about now is that they have the means to create superhumans. That’s the most dangerous thing.”

Zhu Zhengzhong sighed. Back then, in order to obtain the only two superhumans in the base, they gave up most of the research staff in the base and only kept a few experimental staff who were willing to follow them. Now that things have developed like this, how can they not regret it?

“We have to find a way to get this method,” Yang Songming said, looking down at the survivors busily working through the second-floor window, “no matter the cost.”

"Old Zheng isn't stupid, would he give it to me?"

Yang Songming's lips curled up slightly. "He will."