The brisk evening wind slapped Shen Mochen's face, and all Shen Mochen wanted was to go faster.
He didn't feel like he possessed the kind of sentiment that drove people to save others at the cost of themselves, all that protecting families, guarding the populace, safeguarding lives, and being willing to sacrifice – was it worth it? Back when he was rummaging through garbage bins in the slums, when he was being beaten by adults, where was anyone to guard him?
Now, he simply didn't want them to die, since he was capable of helping.
The gale sent Shen Mochen's bangs flying wildly, but this wind wasn't just from the motorcycle's speed—it was because it was actually stormy outside.
Shen Mochen remembered that the official manual from Buque mentioned some extremely powerful monsters possessing abilities akin to magic, and he wasn't sure whether this sudden wind was due to the monster or possibly from Liu Chaoyan.
