章節 672: Blood Wastelands

The ground was barren and bumpy. The Old Task Force's jeep drove on it, and it felt as rocky as if they were on a ship.

"I don't want to die in lonely defeat;

"I don't want to forever live underground.

"The materialist scams;

"The scurrying ants;

"Uncultured people don't get hurt…¹"

As the small speaker played the song, Shang Jianyao—who was sitting in the middle of the backseat—hugged Genava's iron arm with one hand and placed the other on Long Yuehong's shoulder. He swayed his body from side to side along with the rhythm.

Long Yuehong wore a look of disdain and tried to free himself, but he couldn't escape the devil's claws due to the limited space.