Mao Yong'an left, filled with boundless fighting spirit.
At that moment, he was no longer lost. His mind was filled with nothing but learning how to survive in the Wasteland, gaining experience, and making himself stronger.
Only then could he protect more people.
One day, he too would become an outstanding investigator!
Only after Mao Yong'an had left.
A dark-skinned man suddenly poked his head in through the window and peeked inside. Like a neighbor watching a spectacle, all he lacked was a handful of sunflower seeds.
"Not bad, Old Qi."
"You talked such a good prospect into becoming yours."
"If he really survives the era of Eternal Night, your mountain will have another successor."
"Tsk tsk. What a shame."
"You got such a huge bargain."
At the sight of the head suddenly appearing at the window, Old Qi, who had been lying weakly in bed, abruptly sat up. He still looked somewhat feeble, but he was nowhere near as badly off as before.
He shot the man a cold glare. "What, you want to steal my disciple and keep coming back to wreck my mountain?"
The atmosphere immediately turned awkward.
Old Qi could be called the finest mountain guardian of the peaceful era, while this guy had been its most famous poacher.
By the end, it had long ceased to be about money. It was simply a hobby.
The man's gaze also fell upon Old Qi.
The two had fought and clashed in the mountains for years, neither able to gain the upper hand.
He had succeeded in poaching before, and several times had nearly been caught by Old Qi and sent to the police station.
They could be considered lifelong enemies.
But when Eternal Night erupted, the two of them, who had been fighting in the woods at