Qiong stood honestly behind him, clinging to him.
Despite being one of the strongest few in the entire bomb shelter, boasting a "Ranger" skin, commanding and decisive, feared by everyone—
she was so well-behaved in front of him.
Wu Xiaode distinctly felt the air was filled with the sour taste of lemons.
But he didn't care.
What's the first rule of surviving the streets?
Don't mess with me.
You must make everyone on the street know you are not to be trifled with.
If you're in food service, it's all about flavor, in filmmaking, it's all about the story, in law, it's all about the legislation.
On the streets, if you look like a harmless student—
Who cares about you?
Naturally, Wu Xiaode knew this well, but he had been very cautious since the world had changed.
After all, there were too many unknowns.
Now, he needed to stand out and attract the sequence's attention.
And his strength was not weak.
