After hearing that Lin Wang’s team would temporarily leave Starfire Town, Zheng Tian and others silently prayed that Lin Wang and his team would quickly die outside, then fell into a brief celebration spree.
The sound of movies fighting, music, noise, idle chatter, and clinking glasses in the little courtyard of Iron Curtain Second Generation went on for a long time, lasting until midnight.
No one worried about disturbing the residents.
Because this is the slum area, the wasteland people had already moved into the central sleep cabin like migrating ants by half-past nine.
The wasteland people didn’t even have the choice of where to sleep tonight.
Even if some wasteland people stayed home for special reasons, well before nine, or the surrounding neighbors were disturbed, no one dared to knock on the door.
Challenging a rising second-level professional scavenger team required immense courage.
Obviously, no one in the slum had it.
So even if they were upset, they had to endure it.
Hanyu, on the other hand, habitually spoke softly and went to bed early at nine o’clock.
But while Ou Youning, Zheng Tian, and Wen Lei were chatting excitedly, they didn’t bother to control their volume.
Especially when Wen Lei inadvertently drank a bit too much, got slightly tipsy, took out his pocket watch, and looked at a photo of Ai Jiasan, his voice grew even louder.
Wen Lei certainly remembered the lie Ren Zhong told back then.
In the world constructed by Ren Zhong’s lie, Ai Jiasan was still alive and well.
Wen Lei firmly believed it.
Holding the pocket watch, Wen Lei started fantasizing about the scene of meeting Ai Jiasan on a street corner in some city someday, accidentally revealing a silly smile like an infatuated fool, which naturally drew Ou Youning’s ridicule.
If it weren’t for Bai Feng using his long arms and the much greater strength of an armored soldier to separate the two, Ou Youning would have been beaten on the spot by the furiously roaring Wen Lei until even the Ruined Beast wouldn’t dare to touch him.
Ren Zhong didn’t join in the frolic, just holding a teacup, sipping slowly, occasionally glancing at the tablet beside him, where stock prices were flickering.
He was memorizing the time points of the Demon Stock price fluctuations over the last twenty-four hours.
A couple of days ago, he replaced it with a new computer connected to the internet, so he no longer had to look at stock prices on the wrist watch each time.
The slightly tipsy Zheng Tian came over, placing her face in front of the tablet, her chin seemingly intentionally or unintentionally resting in the crook of Ren Zhong’s arm on the table, and said, "Ren-ge, you don’t usually buy stocks, so why do you like watching them? Are you studying them? What do you think, when you’ve figured it out, and if we save enough money in the future, should we try buying some stocks? With Ren-ge’s wisdom, you should be able to make money, right?"
Ren Zhong shook his head and lightly patted Zheng Tian’s head away, "This isn’t a field you can meddle in. Neither can I. I can’t figure it out, and no one can."
"Oh. Then why do you watch it?"
"I’m experiencing the cruelty of the human world and envisioning a beautiful future."
Zheng Tian completely didn’t understand.
Recently, Ren-ge was becoming more and more mysterious, with an increasing aura of a master about him.
Truly worthy of being a former citizen, educated, it’s indeed different.
Past midnight, Ren Zhong lay in the spacious, well-ventilated armed sleep cabin, the night light brightly shining on his face, the faint sound of the ventilation system carrying the sound of a gentle breeze in his ears as purified air softly brushed past his ears.
It should obviously be a very comfortable environment, yet he lay there with eyes wide open, unable to sleep.
He didn’t activate the hypnosis function on his wrist watch.
When it came to important thoughts, he was more accustomed to the traditional way of keeping his body awake.
Lin Wang and his team had temporarily left.
Should he continue to lay low or seize the chance to act freely?
This appeared to be a small choice merely affecting the action plan for the next few days.
But understanding part of the essence of society, Ren Zhong knew it was actually a life-or-death question.
He stood at the crossroads of life once more.
To the left or to the right?
Retreat a step and the sea and sky broaden, advance a step and be exposed in the wilderness.
He was very conflicted internally.
Continuing to lay low, controlling the tempo, then he could definitely live longer, and perhaps truly have a chance to extricate himself alongside Lin Wang’s team and journey far away.
Possibly, after leaving Starfire Town, he could live for a long time,
and certainly, the longer he lived, the more he would know, so that if he unfortunately died and reincarnated again, his spiral takeoff would be faster.
But there was another choice for Ren Zhong, which was to act without regard, to do whatever it takes, to die just like sleeping, squeezing all the latent potential for spiral development to the utmost in the opening stage.