Chapter 18: Supplies Closing in on One Hundred Thousand Units

Phinex’s Pov

The instant noodles were hot enough to numb the tip of my tongue.

It wasn’t the soup that was too hot. It was Zangweila who had startled me.

He got out of the car alone. His boots landed on the frozen sidewalk with a soft, brittle crunch.

I was still holding my noodles, and the soun...

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