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Space folded and passed through the crystal wall.

Kang De returned to Earth.

There were eight rings on both hands.

If his relatives and friends on Earth asked, they would say that he was the Lord of the Rings.

He opened his eyes. The familiar ceiling. Occasionally, a horn sounded outside the window, quiet and peaceful.

It was not the surging Red Maple City after the war, nor was it the dangerous Moroni. Instead, it was China, his hometown city, the place he had grown up.

Calculating the time, Comoros was in the middle of the night. He simply returned to China through the spatial anchor in the district. He wanted to ask Uncle Wang's factory to help him process and produce some parts.

If he could not produce it, he had to buy it elsewhere through Uncle Wang's connections and ability.

These things could only be discussed in person.