Outside the supply warehouse, Zhou Cheng had already led a team of the garrison charging over.
The ground was scattered with the bodies of street children, each lying in the snow.
The snow in this area had already been dyed red.
In the blizzard, frost had settled on Zhou Cheng's short hair and temples, painting them white. He stared at the now tightly closed doors of the supply warehouse, extremely annoyed,
"How could they be so quick? Blow the door up."
According to Gong Yi, Brother Fen had an extraordinary person by his side, a formidable character.
He hadn't had a chance to fight him, so he didn't know how formidable he could be.
But seeing how quickly Brother Fen had reacted, it must have something to do with this formidable man.
Just as Zhou Cheng's men were about to bring heavy artillery to bombard the sturdy door,
Gong Yi called Zhou Cheng,
"My wife said, don't destroy the warehouse door. If they like staying in there, just let them be."
