Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, darkness enveloped the earth. The space created by the Flame Dragon Legion was no different, with the night sky glittered with stars, and beneath the night, many lives were thriving robustly.
The little grass and branches were crazily absorbing the dew under the cover of night.
At six o'clock in the morning, when it was still not yet light, everyone in the Flame Dragon Legion had already gotten up and dressed, moving through the campus.
The campus, too, was brightly lit, and a fourteen-person team was running towards the outside of the South Campus. They were jogging on the road at a very fast pace.
This team was none other than Li Xiaoqiang and his group.
At this moment, their running speed was no less than the car beside them. Sitting on that car was Zhao Gangbeng, who leaned back, his fingers holding a cigarette, eyes closed, as if he were asleep.
