Late at night, 10: 30 p.m.
At the Malang City West District, in the Renaissance-style classical architecture Malang City Art Museum.
"Godfather."
"It turns out that after the ordinary scene in this world, there is really such a cruel, cold, but intense, surging circle with infinite possibilities!
Bai Jingshan was disguised as a refined young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He followed behind Qin Yu and looked at the art museum under the night sky.
At a road away from the art museum, the ordinary people in the world under the sun were still holding up their protest cards with anger on their faces.
Qin Yu glanced at the crowd and chuckled. His sixth member, Liu Mingshi, who had conformed to the 'Zhao Gao' template, very cleverly blended into the crowd of protestors.
"Let's go."
Qin Yu said in a deep voice.
