It is said that the more prosperous and gorgeous a city is, the dirtier the depths of the sewers will be.


    Well, supposedly.


    Du Yu clasped his hands on both sides of the window, looking at the blossoming metropolis below, secretly absent-minded.


    Therefore, the broken city in the East Persian kingdom should have looked like this.


    As the plane slowly landed, Du Yu tidied up his clothes and pushed down the brim of his peaked cap.


    Until the transport plane comes to a complete stop, the rear hatch slowly drops


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