Chapter 453 Yajin_1

The dying rays of the blood-red sun cast a crooked shadow on the pockmarked ground below. A military truck drove past with its rapid spinning wheels splashing dirty water, tainted with impure blood, from the potholes. From the vehicle, somebody casually tosses out a piece of rotten meat. The hand that did this was smooth, soft as jade. The chucked meat was teeming with sickening flies.

Thump~

With a light thud, the chunk of rotten meat fell into the pool of blood. Nearby, the soldier in his hazmat suit bowed his head to the departing truck. After it disappeared, the artificially charming smile left the soldier's face, replaced by a cold expression.

He lifted his foot, kicking the discarded meat under a rusty pole which had a worn sign hanging from it, indicating: [Third Block]