Six o'clock.
The cold wind howled outside the window. It was already October, and the temperature had dropped significantly. For an ever-changing apocalypse, the outside environment was becoming even harsher.
Without a stable base, many people would die in the upcoming winter.
The horizon was shrouded in darkness, with not a hint of light. This kind of weather was most suited for sleep, hiding under the covers, yet the predicament still swept over one's heart.
But Chen Feng, having lived two lifetimes, possessed a will as strong as steel, and a little drowsiness was nothing to him.
Sloth is the original sin.
Chen Feng dressed himself and immediately got out of bed.
Today he had an important task—to patrol the New City east of the bridge. To better understand the situation here, he needed to see it for himself.
Upon exiting the room, a small, weak figure was sitting obediently at the door, and a smile appeared on its previously indifferent little face.
