"There's no time to rest now."
Ding Yishan shook his head, instinctively reached for a cigarette in his pocket but found it empty.
Seeing this, Jiang Chuan silently took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment and handed it over.
Click.
The flame from the lighter flickered, Ding Yishan took a deep drag from the cigarette, rolled down the car window to let the smoke drift out, his tone carrying a touch of weary sentiment:
"I anticipated that Happiness City would develop, and those Super Shelter Cities around wouldn't stand idly by, but I didn't expect them to be so ruthless, employing mercenaries and assassins. Likely, they're secretly planting infection sources just to prevent us from peacefully gathering vagrants. I shudder to think, if Happiness City gets even stronger, what means they'll resort to."
"Perhaps in a few years, real wars will erupt between Shelter Cities."
