Feng Yizhou closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the faces of the people depending on him.
He had to act and his choice was clear.
"I accept," he said, resolve hardening in his voice. "Get me those buses."
{Accepted. The buses have arrived.}
Feng Yizhou's eyes snapped open just in time to see the two Yutang buses materialize on the side of the road, a perfect fit for the urgent task ahead.
They were already there, as if summoned by his command.
The system's abilities never ceased to amaze him, even in moments like this when the world was teetering on the edge of chaos.
Without missing a beat, Feng Yizhou turned to Sun Zi Mo, who had been standing nearby, watching the exchange. "Get the people ready. The buses are here."
Sun Zi Mo blinked in surprise, but quickly nodded. "Understood."
Everyone had heard it. There was no one who didn't here the apocalypse system objective.
