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After saying goodbye to everyone, Tang Zheng started to teleport, and three seconds later, he appeared on the outskirts of the city. The Blue Trojan, apparently still holding a grudge against the Warhammer team, had dumped them all in a place with inconvenient transportation, creating some minor troubles.
Tang Zheng took out his mobile phone, turned it on, and glanced at the time. Although the new year had just passed and the temperature had not yet warmed up, everything still looked bleak. However, he showed a rare smile.
"Being alive feels great!" he exclaimed casually, then put his hands in his pockets, figured out the direction, and headed home.
The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse, the night wind was dry and cool. Taking a deep breath, he could feel a frosty taste in his lungs. Tang Zheng walked toward the highway not far away, but soon after, he furrowed his brows as faint and trivial noises accompanied the night wind into his ears.
