He had grabbed some scavenger's clothes from the car, which now served as a makeshift pillow.
Having spent the last few days sleeping on the grass, constantly on alert for any nearby activity to avoid becoming prey for grassland animals, he could finally relax and get a good night's sleep now that there was someone else on watch duty.
The moment his head hit the makeshift pillow, exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave.
As he was being drowned by weariness, Noland Lee reflected on the earlier combat scene.
Truth be told, a First-order Alchemist seemed a bit weak.
Neither the werewolf nor Kent should have been a match for the First Order "Imperial Fist".
Noland Lee suspected there was a distinction between civilian and military use.
First Order "Imperial Fist" was a military-grade product.
However, the werewolf from the Ferocious Hound Gang and Kent from the Security Corporation, were just civilians, not professional soldiers of the Golden Federation.
