The impressively sized Tank 700 drove into the newly set up open-air parking lot.
This place used to be wasteland, surrounded for many years, overgrown with weeds and trees growing randomly. Since Sha City recently implemented a wasteland transformation plan to further beautify the city's image, this place has regained its value.
Sometimes citizens aren't unwilling to spend money, it's just that there's nowhere to park. This temporary parking lot has resolved that stubborn issue. Now if someone wants to grab some barbecue or something, they don't only have to park on the roadside.
The retired soldier Wu Yubin, who was a match for the Tank 700, got out of the car and walked toward the exit, with a slight furrow in his brow, seemingly lost in thought. It wasn't until he walked to a barbecue shop not far from the parking lot that he snapped out of it and adjusted his expression.
"How many people?"
The waitress aunt asked loudly, neither enthusiastic nor indifferent.
