Reckless?

Upon hearing Jiang Baimian's translation, Long Yuehong, Waite, and the others felt their scalps tingle again. This was like the radio station's owner—Wu Meng—had specially sent them a greeting.

Long Yuehong's mouth gaped open, wanting to say something, but he ultimately chose to shut his mouth.

Shang Jianyao seemed to sense something and turned to look at him. "Don't speak. I'll help you."

He then sighed and said, "Sigh. Thankfully, the electronic products here aren't aggressive, nor can they produce any sound."

If that happened, the danger level would rise exponentially.

"…" Long Yuehong wanted to retort Shang Jianyao and say that this wasn't on his mind, but he ultimately felt a little guilty and gave up on arguing.

"Let's go." Waite repeated Long Yuehong's 'evacuate as soon as possible.'

This time, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao didn't remain silent and cast their gazes at the street outside.