On the night of October 16, 2032, it drizzled in Peak City.
On the tenth anniversary of the Treeification Disease, survivors of that catastrophe offered flowers in the city center square, symbolizing blessings with sky lanterns floating on the sea. Huge neon billboards lined the streets, commemorating the heroes who died fighting the virus.
The traffic lights on the street changed in succession. Lu Zicheng scanned a lollipop at the supermarket checkout, gaze wandering over the bustling night scene, and whispered, "Unknowingly, it's been ten years."
Over the past decade, his appearance had aged considerably, his demeanor becoming much more composed, and he had completely quit smoking. He even exuded a sort of authority without anger.
A bit like his commander father.
Black Mercedes cars parked by the roadside, suited thugs patrolling the surroundings.
On the tall buildings around, red dots appeared and disappeared, forming a tight protective detail around him.
