"Fuck... where did these people come from?"
Standing on the ruins of crumbling walls, Wild Wind held a monocular wrapped in duct tape and looked towards the construction site nearby.
There were about three to five people there, pushing carts filled with stones and hardened blocks of cement.
They moved quickly, not staying here long, shoveling enough for one cartload and then leaving.
Wild Wind racked his brain but couldn't figure out where those people had come from, and they even managed to build an outpost right under their noses.
In his memory, Linghu Wetland Park was supposed to be a desolate forest where no birds would even shit, and right in the center of the woods was a dilapidated sanatorium.
Except for some birds, beasts, insects, and snakes that would move there, even hyenas disdained the prey there.
But that wasn't important.
