The light of the rising sun spilled down from the sky, and the entire earth seemed to be draped in a golden coat.
The Little Rainy Season had ended, and the weather had finally cleared up.
Standing in the open ground that had been cleared above the entrance to Pingtan Shelter, Hunter Tiger narrowed his eyes, then stretched lazily after finishing his workout.
His shiny bald head was beaded with hot sweat, while the layers of fat on his body loosened, once again revealing the outlines of muscles he had possessed more than a decade ago.
"Absolutely wonderful!"
Hunter Tiger muttered, running his large hands over the muscles of his abdomen.
Hmm.
For some reason, he had felt increasingly "younger" these past few days.
It was not merely a physical change. His mindset had undergone a complete transformation as well.
In the past, he had liked spending half of every day in the Administrator's Office on the shelter's lowest level, wasting time over a mountain of reports he could not understand, pretending that he was doing the work of a shelter administrator.
But now, ever since he had joined the West Suburbs Alliance and learned how his allies managed their shelters,
he had found himself becoming more and more relaxed.
What reports? Throw them all aside. That was Deputy Administrator Jin Gu Qiao's job.
What war? It had nothing to do with him. Before starting a fight, they should ask whether the West Suburbs Alliance's leader agreed.
As for development, Hunter Tiger did take that seriously. Recently, he had forced himself to calm down and read quite a few books.
Reality, however, had slapped him in the face. Those things seemed to have a grudge against him.
He clearly remembered them extremely well, but as soon as he left the