Meanwhile, deep inside the Red Zone...
Gu Luhan stood beside the truck he had driven into the wasteland, a filter mask covering the lower half of his face. His eyes were swollen and rimmed red as he stared silently at Wenzhi's body lying on the cracked earth.
Hours had passed.
He had done nothing except sit inside the truck, step out to look at Wenzhi, then climb back inside again, unable to decide whether to leave... or stay.
His grip tightened around his phone.
No signal.
There hadn't been one since he had driven this deep into the Red Zone.
According to the scans on his watch, there were no monsters in this sector. Most of them had migrated toward the newly expanding borders of the Red Zone.
For now... He was safe.
Gu Luhan let out a frustrated sigh and rested his forehead against the steering wheel.
He couldn't contact Jiang Zhaohe. He couldn't find out whether Wang Chenxi was still alive.
He didn't even know what was happening outside anymore.
