They waited for about two minutes, during which everyone kept their eyes closed as devoutly as if they were praying to Buddha.
The electronic voice did not announce any information about someone being taken out.
In other words — 173 has been contained.
Mu Qiu was the first to open her eyes, leaning sideways to rest on Zhao Yu's body.
"Containment successful, finally! Emma, it's been hard, let me rest for a bit."
Zhao Yu hugged her back, their heads resting on each other's shoulders, sticking together like glue.
Their pale, slender waists lightly touched each other, and if you looked closely, you could see sweat trickling down from the hem of their short white tops.
Cheng Zhirang opened his eyes only then. When turning his head, he accidentally saw them and paused for a second before quickly looking away.
"Does this mean we've avoided the attack range of 173?"
