When the hot topic on the official forum shifted from "Alpha0.61 version" to "how much silver did the Cow and Horse squads earn," a sneaky figure took advantage of the dusk, crossed the snow-covered streets, and arrived near the abandoned tire factory.
Gazing at the gate not far away, with an envelope tucked in his chest, Wang Biao swallowed his saliva as a bad premonition gradually rose in his heart.
"...Why is the gate open?"
It wasn't just the gate being open.
The dark appearance looked as if it had been burned by fire.
No guards could be seen on the enclosing wall.
What Wang Biao found most unbelievable was that he had come all this way and hadn't encountered a single patrol.
He swallowed his saliva again.
Brushing the snow off his collar, his hands trembling, Wang Biao pulled an envelope from his chest and held it high over his head. Like surrendering, he walked out from the shadows at the base of the wall and headed towards the gate.
