Eagle Strike City.
In a suburban park.
A light drizzle fell from the sky, pattering onto the surface of the park's artificial lake and raising faint ripples.
White marble had been laid all around the lake, while lush green shrubs had been planted everywhere. The scenery was quite lovely.
In the past.
Whether within the city or in the suburbs, no scenic lake larger than two hectares would ever have existed, given the possibility of Anomalies emerging from the water.
Even if vast sums had been spent excavating a lake, no civilians would have dared come here for recreation.
But things were different now.
Through his own efforts, Cheng Han had elevated the Tai'an Minor Spirit Realm into the Little Profound Palace. It now lacked neither manpower, material resources, nor funding.
The Hall of Councillors of Eagle Strike City had specifically allocated funds to set up an array beneath the lake that suppressed Anomalies, and regularly dispatched Red Armor Soldiers to clean the lake.
Therefore.
Although a light rain was falling, quite a few civilians, especially the elderly, women, and children, were still enjoying themselves around the lake.
Children's laughter drifted over on the breeze.
The sight.
Seemed exceptionally peaceful.
Liu Yidao wore casual clothes and could not help but sigh. "The changes have been enormous."
He had once been the Squad Leader of the Sixth Outpost in Qinglin City.
Later, Cheng Han had joined the Sixth Outpost as a middle school student to take part in the winter curfew, thus beginning his legendary journey.
Thanks to the saying, "When one person rises to the top, even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven," this fellow had ridden Cheng Han's coattails all the way to the position of Director of Eagle Strike City's Patrol Department, becoming an important figure in