"Given the current situation..."
Yang Xinqi glanced towards the south, saying, "Should we perhaps not go to Absolute Justice today?"
It's too soon to discuss whether human civilization will perish; the immediate concern is whether we can retrieve the lost resources.
Zhang Su put one hand on his hip and gazed southward. As he weighed the pros and cons in his mind, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his lips quivered involuntarily.
In the sky, crystal-clear snowflakes descended and fluttered, quite beautiful, but unfortunately, the cost of this beauty was too heavy!
"This... it's snowing already?"
Chen Hanzhou couldn't help but ask, using his mechanical prosthetic to take off the glove from his good hand, then stretching it out to catch the falling snowflakes. The icy touch melted in his palm, sending shivers to his heart.
"Bro, this snow... is not good!"
