Chapter 427: Lyndon's Nightlife

As evening approached, a fine drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Passersby on the street popped open their ever-ready black umbrellas, resembling a collection of little black flowers weaving through the gentle patter of rain.

The sun had just set and the city's light dimmed, while the gas street lamps cast an orange glow, one after another, in a long procession.

The Lokwarren River divided the vast city in two; it was the largest freshwater river in Lingdun City.

Atop the river stood many uniquely designed steel bridges, like steel monsters creeping across the landscape. From time to time, pitch-black steam trains raced over the bridges, their engines hooting and emitting plumes of white smoke which blended with the evening fog, shrouding the entire bridge. They were like ghost trains, flitting through the fog, appearing and disappearing.