"Don't worry, I have confidence. Brother Zhou Hai, see you at the finish line!" It seemed that Zhou Hai's spirit had infected him, and Yang Xiao was now filled with determination.
Next was the waiting. Time passed second by second: 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 5 o'clock... By now, the sun was gradually setting, casting a golden hue over the old mechanical factory buildings.
Yang Xiao used his hand to shield his forehead from the sun, gazing into the distance. The blood-red sunset inexplicably added a melancholic tone to the world.
Soon, all of this would end, and he was the one to decide the outcome and the fate of everyone left.
To be honest, Yang Xiao wasn't guaranteed victory, but he would give it his all.
"Rustle..."
"Rustle, rustle..."
Suddenly, the sound of static inexplicably arose, very close, right from the bag in front of him.
