The cleaning of radiation was almost complete.
As to the suddenly erupted and quickly ended civil war, the survivors living in the Sixth Street reacted calmly to the situation; the passersby also didn't cause any trouble.
The new insurgent, with thunderous momentum, stabilized the chaotic situation.
Other than the ten people at the top who changed seats, for most of the people living in the Outer Circle, life didn't really change.
As to death.
People died every day on the wasteland.
"I always thought I am great at understanding people, but I guess I was wrong this time." Zhao Chenwu let out a sigh as he sat across from Jiang Chen.
"Do you regret anything?" Jiang Chen smiled.
Zhao Chenwu was silent.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Jiang Chen didn't mind, but rather he poured a cup of hot water for himself.
