Greenwood Small World, outside the factory.
"Come on, everyone, try this, the fine wine from Qingxue Small World tastes really good."
Customs personnel, from their storage rings, took out tables, chairs, benches, and several bottles of fine wine along with some snacks.
In the distance, snowflakes fluttered about, flames reached for the sky, and under such circumstances, a glass of golden, viscous wine paired with a few spiced peanuts was a true delight.
None of them had thought about joining the battle; three hundred people had already been pressed into service. Whether they joined or not was meaningless; what they could do now was watch to see who would win and who would lose.
They were all staff from customs, insurance, taxation and others deployed in the Death Squad. They had combat abilities, but stepping in now would not help, it was better to stay behind and have a good talk with Meng Yu.
