Guangdong Province.
Delta Alluvial Plain.
Guang City Center.
Twenty kilometers away from the Guang Steel Factory where Third Uncle and others were initially located.
A presidential suite on the top floor of a pre-Doomsday six-star hotel building.
Brother Dong, dressed in a suit, with slicked-back oiled hair, had been feeling at ease for the past few months since those damn bandits left, and they never saw them return.
So they resumed their previous arrogance; although life wasn't exactly great, at least their leader Brother Dong was living quite comfortably.
On normal days, relying on his men to scavenge for supplies, they extorted some food from the local survivors, and even started growing crops within the building.
When the weather was clear, he played golf on the rooftop, living quite comfortably.
He didn't even need to leave this building.
After all, this building is too tall, and going up and down isn't easy.
But that was until the arrival of this typhoon.
