Just as the group gradually grew larger, the gray "snowflakes" in the air fell more heavily, and the surrounding temperature followed suit and dropped.
A few people couldn't help but wrap their clothes tighter, shivering slightly from the cold.
Someone took a step forward first, and the others followed suit.
They vaguely felt that being closer to the man at the front, who was emitting a golden glow all over, allowed them to feel a slight warmth.
Thus, the people in the back unconsciously pushed forward a little.
But they thought of Fang Cheng's intimidating presence and dared not get too close, only maintaining a not-too-far, not-too-near distance to follow.
When a dozen people gathered together, the noise grew, and whispers began to rise.
"Damn, this ghost place is really cold, should've worn more clothes..."
"With your build, you still dare to hang around Night City? An old man hanging himself, tired of living?"
