Chapter 155: Execution of the Plan (Part 2)_1

Autumn had already arrived, yet the weather in the East Sea hadn't cooled down. Instead, due to the Indian summer, the daytime temperature remained around thirty-five to thirty-six degrees.

In such weather, people preferred to lazily lie inside their homes, enjoying the cool breeze blown by the air conditioner, rather than going outside and suffering under the harsh sunlight.

Shen Lang was no exception.

He sat in his office, moving his chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He cradled a teacup in his hand while observing the bustling traffic and crowd outside the building.

Last night, Shen Lang had survived the Nightmare World once again. He sighed in relief. This way, he could live peacefully for another four days.

Thinking about it, it was tragic. He was only twenty-eight years old, with potentially fifty to sixty more years to live, yet he found himself celebrating each four days he managed to stay alive. Was this not a sad thing?