Disaster Patterns, Terrifying Fog!

Doomsday Calendar, Year 8, June 16, 5 p.m.

A few massive cottony clouds drifted through the afterglow of the setting sun, reflecting a fiery red.

Quite a few migrant workers who had rested for the entire day began heading out, preparing to find something to eat and start their evening shifts.

However, after last night's explosion.

Although everyone could still maintain a smile on their faces, they were at least somewhat frightened inside.

This was one of the top-ranked super-large territories on the New Continent! In the past, who would have dared launch an attack in Tian Yuan Territory? They probably would have been dealt with by the Supervisory Department before they could even begin making plans.

Yet this time, not only had the Supervisory Department issued no public announcement, but all the Guard Teams had also kept their mouths shut.

It even felt as though last night's explosion had never happened at all.

"Forget it. We'll leave after we finish the summer harvest anyway. Whatever anyone wants to do to Tian Yuan Territory has nothing to do with us."

"Exactly. Last night's explosion looked fierce, but it didn't actually hurt anyone. I heard that the higher-ups want to handle it quietly."

"Handle it quietly? No way. Wouldn't that be slapping the territory in the face? They can still handle it quietly?"

Several idlers holding bowls crouched outside the restaurant. They slurped down the filling dough strips in their bowls while chatting.

The weather was scorching. Steam rose from the hot bowls, making them sweat all over.

But the roadside restaurant was filled with rough men, and no one cared.

Instead, several more people gathered around and joined the conversation.

Before long, as more and more people arrived, the topics gradually became more daring.

The restaurant owner was afraid these