Hiss!
What kind of damned talent is this!
Shi Xuan and his son were dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.
It wasn't until the two of them led Ren Zhong into the residential area and walked for a few minutes that they slightly recovered.
The desolate street of the narrow path was empty, only occasionally crossed by armed Night Watchman Guardians. As these people passed by Shi Xuan and his son, they all bowed their heads respectfully in salutation.
The Night Watchman Guardians here were not particularly robust, some even appeared emaciated.
Yet, strangely, their eyes were full of spirit, completely different from the majority of people in Starfire Town who seemed dazed and spiritless.
Ren Zhong roughly knew the reason.
The environment of the wasteland tribe was harsher and more dangerous than the town slums.
The people here led lives that were one disaster away from complete annihilation.
