"Boss, do you think Lin Yue is being unnecessarily worried?"
On the city wall, You Siyuan, holding an MP5 Submachine Gun, looked into the distance through the telescope.
Although he wanted to see further and clearer, the eight-meter-high city wall provided enough advantage, but no matter how he looked, the surroundings were almost all covered with blood-red wild grass.
The wild grass swayed gently with the wind, their bases already incredibly dry, making one feel like the slightest spark could turn this whole grassland into a sea of fire.
He put down the telescope, still muttering to himself.
Originally, the weather was quite cold.
He tightened the cotton coat he was wearing and couldn't help but exhale a puff of white breath.
