Upon arriving in Hongzhou, the yacht smoothly docked at the port.
Everyone disembarked onto the pier, stepping onto the land of Hongzhou. Looking around at the diverse crowd coming and going—whites, blacks, and browns—listening to their accents, there was a sense of novelty.
Acclaimed as the city with the closest foreign relations nationwide, especially with England, after all, the English had just left not long ago!
The four young girls chattered cheerfully, taking photos, striking various poses, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
After joining them for a couple of photos, Ying Yue's attention was captured by the mutants in the crowd.
In the ceaseless flow of people, there was actually quite a number of mutants mixed in.
Their vitality and life force were visibly much more robust than that of ordinary people. If an ordinary person's vitality could be likened to a burning candle, then the mutants resembled clusters of fiercely burning flames.
Dazzling, scorching!