Returning to Ulan Bator, the mood was completely different from when they first came.
No need to hurry on the road, no need to think about hunting ingredients, and the curiosity about the so-called 'GOD ingredients' was fully satisfied. Xia Yu stretched his arms leisurely in the back seat. The jeep's cover had been removed, turning it into a convertible, allowing the wild wind to whistle past his ears. The ruin city on the horizon, amidst revival, was gradually drawing closer.
Another dusk.
Their squad was the last to evacuate, entering Ulan Bator, the streets filled with chatter about the chaotic battle at Benchagan Lake.
An IGO institution bus, brand new and starkly contrasting with the ruinous backdrop, caught up with the jeep, moving side by side on the street.
The window opened, Luther and Adelaide waved friendly hands at the young man in the third row of the jeep.
"Uh..."
Xia Yu, who was very relaxed, had a frozen smile on his face.
As expected.
