The night is getting darker. The whole city is set against the lights, like a checkerboard made of reinforced concrete, criss-crossed, and there is no margin.
Selene and Mason were standing in the dark corridor of the inpatient department, looking at the black crowd downstairs.
They seemed restless, excited, and restless. The reporters hung around with cameras and cameras. As long as someone walks out of the inpatient department, they will attract all their sight and look.
Behind the reporter were a dozen or twenty men wearing blue worker uniforms. The sky is too dark to see clearly. But the banner in their hands is very eye-catching:
“Resistance to foreign acquisitions!”
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