The military base airport.
The Alliance's foreign minister, Cheng Yan, was having a friendly conversation with Golden Gallon Port's upper echelon, while the players from the Burning Corps stood at a distance watching the show.
Unlike the onlookers from Golden Gallon Port.
These players were not curious about what Cheng Yan looked like. After all, they could occasionally run into him on the streets of Dawn City.
They only wanted to know whether this war was actually going to be fought, and when it would begin.
"Achoo!"
Squatting on a stone bollard, No Family suddenly sneezed without warning and nearly fell off it.
That was already his tenth sneeze of the day.
Chance Encounter, crouching nearby, glanced at him and said with a strange expression.
"Do you have a cold?"
Ordinarily, that would have been extremely rare.
Even if this guy was an Intelligence build, after two awakenings, his Constitution should have been twice that of an ordinary person.
No Family rubbed his reddened nose as he grumbled irritably.
"Who knows... Damn it, you can catch a cold in a game?"
He did not feel unwell, but he had been sneezing constantly lately.
Half-Step Stumble patted him on the shoulder and said with a grin.
"Young man, take care of yourself. If it really comes down to it... maybe consider restarting?"
One Step to Heaven immediately chimed in.
"Bring me something when you pass through Dawn City."
"Get lost." No Family rolled his eyes at him, only to fail to hold back another "Achoo!"
Chance Encounter, squatting beside him, smiled.
"Or maybe someone's been thinking about you. Come clean, kid. Are you like Zero Charge, hooking up with some NPC?"
Zero Charge: "???"
No Family answered him with a glare, then raised a middle finger.
Watching that noisy bunch, Two