"I don't like this head cover." As his vision suddenly narrowed to a rectangle, Lin Wu tugged at the head cover in dissatisfaction, to no avail—it remained rectangular.
"You'll get used to it." Maya looked at the map, "We've reached the edge of Zone 10, walk two more intersections, then take a left at the third to head north."
Lin Wu asked, "Why do we have to meet up?"
Maya replied, "Promises, credibility. We guessed that the current situation might occur but believed it was a low probability."
Lin Wu: "In the presence of Dawn, all probabilities are possible."
At this point, Wai suddenly stopped, his nose emitting a long sound, "Hmm..." His gaze fixated ahead, teeth bared, ready to pounce. And 30 meters ahead, there was a tram that had come to a stop.
