An Unforgiving Land

The man was ecstatic. He had probably found his lunch for today. 

Qin Feng's eyes grew colder than the blizzard currently ravaging the village. 

It had been a while since Qin Feng last witnessed such a cruel scene. 

He had long lost touch with the bottom class of the society after rising through the ranks meteorically in this second life. 

The only resolve these foragers in the wild had in order to survive, when there was no food during the winter, was cannibalism. 

There was no disgust or protest raised. People around here had gotten used to such a scene. 

More so, they were actually envying the guy. He had found a few kilos of meat to feed himself in the next few days. 

Qin Feng remained emotionless and stopped his car in front of a hostel. 

The high-class Silver Bolt was close to a mythical presence to the villagers. They could not move their eyes away from the car as soon as it entered the area.