The series of battles at the sewage treatment plant had taken about an hour. Now at 8:30 in the evening, it was not suitable for middle school students and younger to be out and about alone.
Gongsun Ce rarely felt exhausted, which mainly stemmed from the intense fight he had just had with the masked woman. Carrying the Biochemical Meat Wall and leaping over half the sewage treatment plant seemed troublesome but was just a matter of exerting more effort. However, engaging in a battle on par with a martial arts expert was both mentally and physically taxing.
Expert fighters were much scarier than dragon lunatics.
Now, Gongsun Ce's brain felt as dry as after grappling with a mountain of test papers for a day. His experience told him that if he didn't replenish his energy and rest soon, his heart would start to suffer next.
And thanks to someone's ink painting, his heart was already in a pretty bad shape.