Song Jian stared in amazement at the dilapidated newsstand on the sidewalk in the distance. The small booth, occupying only five or six square meters, had a worn-out exterior, with even a fist-sized hole on its roof, giving it a shabby appearance;
"This guy chose this place as his safehouse. I suppose it's because he didn't need much stone and wood to transform this decaying newsstand," Song Jian thought to himself;
Li Jie stood in the green beam of light, on the verge of tears. As he watched hundreds of monsters flocking around him, he felt like he was about to wet his pants from fear.
Being only a level three player, he had allocated all his skill points into the passive skill [Hot Weapons (Submachine Gun) (Basic)]. When he first entered the game, his novice weapon was a white-grade submachine gun that could load thirty-five bullets at a time.
