Breathing —
The fierce wind sweeps past.
Lightning directly drills into an alleyway.
Next to the bustling commercial street, there is a circle of office buildings.
Between the two,
There's a small area that doesn't fit in.
This is a line of old buildings.
Most of the store owners on the commercial street have authorities, and they are the owners of these old buildings.
Therefore,
Most of those living here are wealthy old folks.
Now it's morning.
Compared to the prosperity of the commercial street, this place seems somewhat deserted.
Only a few scattered old people, either chatting in front of the doors or walking dogs.
Lightning only glances briefly before preparing to move deeper, following Spirit Intellect's guidance.
At high speed.
The whole world, in Lightning's eyes, seems basically at a standstill.
The old people around him would not notice a young man had passed by.
They would only feel a gust of wind blowing out of nowhere.
However,
