"You're kidding..."
What filled Zheng Sheng's mind was not the vicious, ferocious man before him, but a novel from his memories.
Its title was: Infinite Terror.
When the male protagonist first woke up, he had also been inside a freezing train carriage. Right, he shared the protagonist's surname. They were both Zheng.
The man holding a Desert Eagle in front of him couldn't be... Zhang Jie, could he?
Zheng Sheng had been an office worker in real life too, living a nine-to-five routine every day and working out occasionally. Come to think of it, his life had been rather similar to that protagonist's.
But he wasn't sick of life! He hadn't received any invitation either. After a day at work, he had gone home and fallen asleep, then awakened here...
Wasn't this ridiculous?
Did they have no respect for basic human rights?
Main God Space? Reincarnation Squad? Zheng Sheng didn't think he possessed any protagonist's plot armor.
He just wanted to go home.
Zheng Sheng hesitated slightly and extended his hand, but after seeing the teasing expression on the ferocious man's face, he lowered it again.
"Um... Zhang Jie? A veteran?"
The vicious man's eyes resembled those of a wolf king hunting in the dark, faintly glowing green. Zheng Sheng was like a little lamb waiting to be hunted.
In an instant, Zheng Sheng regretted it. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked such a stupid question. Having arrived in a new environment, he had completely failed to calm down.
"Hahahahaha! Are you trying to make me laugh myself to death?"
"Eh?" Zheng Sheng raised his head and looked at the wildly laughing "veteran." His already vicious, ferocious face had become even more distorted. Viewed from the dark side, he had nothing to do with the word human.
The veteran stopped laughing