The petty Wang Congyang

On the only route from the Northwest to the Central Plains, Li Shentan, Si Liren, and Hu Shuo were sitting under the shade of trees to avoid getting heatstroke. Leaning against the tree trunk, Li Shentan sighed and said, "The weather is really getting hotter and hotter these days. I wonder when the war in the Northwest will end."

Little Liren was scooping out a watermelon with a spoon next to him. The huge case she had been carrying was on the ground by her side. Si Liren looked up at Li Shentan. "Didn't you say that we're going to the Central Plains? Why'd we end up coming here? We've been here for three days already. Big Brother Shentan, what exactly are you waiting for?"

"Well, didn't Ren Xiaosu join Fortress 178 to fight the Zong Consortium?" Li Shentan said, "He must want to kill everyone from the Zong Consortium, dontcha think?"

"Mhm." Si Liren nodded.