The small island they were on was surrounded by sea on all sides, and even the nearest place, City G, was several dozen nautical miles away. Waiting for their rescue would likely be difficult.
No sooner had the words been spoken when a young man, drenched from head to toe, ran in from outside, "It's too late, the typhoon has shifted course due to the interference, and the distress signal can't be sent out. I've already sent someone to notify everyone on the island not to go outside..."
The radio in the middle of the room also instantly emitted an even more piercing screech.
The distress signal couldn't be sent out. Were they planning to give up on rescue? No, absolutely not.
An Ziqi pushed away Wuga's mother and turned to head outside.
"An, you can't just run off..."
Cries came from behind her, but An Ziqi had already dismissed everything else from her mind.
