23:03:19.
In a cave under the trees on the north bank of the midsection of the river, Zhe Bu awoke faintly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then wrung out his clothes.
Even though night had fallen, the cave was still stiflingly hot, indicating that the surface was likely a barren wasteland by now.
Could Zhou Yaxuan and Watanabe Haruka be dead already?
Could it be that the Overlord wasn't on the surface at all?
Zhe Bu had considered these possibilities, but he detested indecision. Once he made up his mind, he saw it through to the end. It was that simple.
In the past, it had always been Cheng Xinghai who made those decisions, every time decisive and correct.
But now, Zhe Bu found it difficult to trust anyone again.
Thereupon, he lit a torch, opened his backpack, and after checking its contents, he took out jerky, bread, and bottled water to start his meal for the day.
Yet he felt something was missing.
"Su Shuang?" he turned his head to feel around.
