Chapter Five Hundred and Forty [Impossible]
"Ah!!"
Yang Yi suddenly sat up!
He found himself sitting on a worn-out bed, with coarse sheets, and the room was also very narrow and the air somewhat murky.
Yang Yi's upper clothing was torn and tattered. His protective suit had been removed, leaving only a tight-fitting shirt full of holes.
His last memory was battling the invading players on the southern street...
"You're awake."
A figure turned around from the window, which had been facing away from Yang Yi.
The light from outside poured in, casting the silhouette of a gracefully curvaceous figure.
It was clearly a woman.
As the woman slowly walked toward the bed, Yang Yi finally saw the other party's face and was suddenly taken aback!
"Are you... Tina?"
Tina's face looked somewhat fatigued, she gently wiped the corner of her eye, then sat down on a chair beside the bed.
