Ren Zhong and the five others walked out of the villa, leisurely heading to the parking lot.
While everyone was having breakfast, Yang Bingzhong had already sent a notification informing Ren Zhong that his two Qingfeng Heavy Trucks were left in the VIP garage of the parking lot, and the keys were deposited in the auto custody machine for them to collect themselves.
Chromium Carbon Town was still bustling in the early morning.
Above the sky, various models and functions of flying devices continued ceaselessly back and forth.
The streets were bustling with people.
The air carried a faint smell of gunpowder mixed with hints of human life.
Compared to Starfire Town, where almost all the wastelanders could only fill their stomachs with cheap synthetic food, many kitchens in the homes of wastelanders in Chromium Carbon Town exuded the aroma of cooking oil.
