As his vision restored and after treating his injuries, Tang Zheng appeared in a dimly lit alley. Glancing at the sky, he actually saw a few shooting stars fleeting by. As he walked out and passed a restaurant, the television inside was broadcasting news about tonight's astronomical events, and a beautiful female anchor was holding a microphone, interviewing those who enjoyed stargazing in the outdoors.
"It's rare for me to be this early!" Tang Zheng opened his mobile phone—it was only eight o'clock. This was the earliest he had returned since entering the Trojan World. He tried calling Lin Weiguo, but unfortunately, the phone was switched off. He switched to calling Qin Yan, but still no one answered; it seemed they were still striving hard in the game.
"I wonder how many will die?" Tang Zheng sighed, hailed a taxi, and, growing impatient with staying in hotels, decided to return to the villa he had bought and lived in for less than a week.
