Yang Jian was now in the middle of a road in the center of the Japanese city.
Originally, this place was crowded with pedestrians, but now, except for the abandoned vehicles on the road, there was not a single living person within a kilometer, and the range of this no-man's-land was continuously expanding.
"It's a pity. I don't have much time to prepare, otherwise my chances of winning would be greater," Yang Jian thought to himself.
At this moment, the time had reached 2:29.
Only one minute remained before Old Qin would appear.
Meanwhile, the world before Yang Jian was becoming increasingly illusory; he could already see the outline of the wooden house in the sky, indicating that this world would soon disappear, and he would immediately return to that wooden house room again.
Yet these final moments were also the most perilous.
Yang Jian was prepared, ready to face the last assault.
Very soon.
2:30 arrived.
"It's here!"
