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Fang Che led Tang Zheng, patrolling the streets at a slow pace.
The fierce wind howled, sandstorms filled the sky, and the whole city seemed like a ghostly realm, desolate with not a single pedestrian.
Sometimes they walked against the wind, sometimes with it, traversing the vast city felt like navigating an endless desert sandstorm.
Tang Zheng struggled to keep up, still feeling the sand stinging painfully against his body.
As they turned the corner, they entered the territory managed by Lame Hong Er and others.
At a glance, Fang Che was satisfied. Having visited before when it was a bit chaotic, now it was orderly.
Even in such windy conditions, there was hardly any disorder.
Except for a few store signs being blown away, everything else was fine.
It seems Er Quezi has been diligent lately.
Practicing listening, he quickly heard the voice of Lame Hong Er.
