After leaving the alley, Wang Zijia headed once more towards the street where he worked. Along the way, he noticed that the city was indeed in considerable disarray, with many areas still being cleaned up after the turmoil of the previous night.
It seemed that the technique that the goat-headed monster unleashed just before its death, was not a simple self-destruction.
After a while, Wang Zijia arrived at the warehouse and found that there were surprisingly few people working on that day.
Before he could pass the shift on to his fellow workers from the night shift, he was unexpectedly stopped by the manager.
"Manager, is there something you need?" Wang Zijia asked cautiously.
"You go to work in the front hall for a few days. We are short of hands there until the Sect dispatches more." The manager instructed him.
