Soon, they arrived at the Night Watchers Base.
Seeing the Night Watchers Base looking exactly as it had in history piqued Bai Ye's interest. Would he actually meet the Du Tianming of the past?
He strode through the base's gates. Unexpectedly, the two guards at the entrance did not stop them. They merely nodded and let them pass, as though they knew them.
The Night Watchers Base was exceptionally lively. Several bonfires illuminated a square packed with people.
The flames crackled, casting the figures around them into crooked silhouettes.
Everyone crowded around a raised platform, upon which stood a pale, thin man.
Bai Ye and the two girls stood at the edge of the crowd, blending in without the slightest sense of incongruity, as though they had always been members of the Night Watchers.
Seeing the man delivering a speech on the platform, Bai Ye couldn't help grinning. Wasn't that his dear disciple, Du Tianming?
The history might have been fabricated, but the man looked exactly the same.
"Huh, so Du Jingzhe was a pretty boy when he was young." Tang Guo had clearly recognized him too.
Du Jingzhe stood ramrod straight on the platform, the bonfire illuminating the hard, cold lines of his face. Behind him hung a black flag bearing the words "Night Watchers," snapping in the night wind.
Everyone gazed at him with fervent eyes, as though beholding their leader.
"The Scarlet Virus runs rampant, Mutants roam unchecked, and machines have occupied our homes and killed our loved ones. Everyone, humanity has been driven into a corner!
"But a desperate situation is never the end of the road. It is the beginning of a last stand!
"We have already lost enough-our homes, our loved ones, our peaceful lives. Retreat any further, and all that awaits us is