On the outskirts of Chen City.
Li Yu and the others were eating and resting in the vehicle, and five minutes later.
He Bing led Li Yu and the others towards the lathe factory. Along the way, the buildings seemed somewhat dilapidated.
Everyone in the vehicle heightened their vigilance, observing their surroundings, with bullets fully loaded in their guns.
The lathe factory wasn't located in the city center, nor was it in the distant suburbs, but in the north industrial park of the city.
All along the route, they didn't encounter any survivors, which Li Yu found somewhat strange.
Even in an apocalyptic world, such a large city couldn't possibly have not a single survivor.
Traveling along, the whole city was quiet, as if only Li Yu and his group existed.
When they reached a tire shop, its signboard seemed to have been torn by something; half of it was broken and hanging in mid-air, the words on it no longer discernible.
