After Fang Qingze put the mirror back into his pocket, he slid both hands into his trouser pockets and walked with a calm, steady stride through the bustling avenue.
As he gradually moved away from the city wall, the clamor of the city grew louder, yet he paid no mind to his surroundings. City 101 was one of the more remote areas belonging to the Liu Family; it was neither prosperous nor impoverished, possessing its own unique character. The architectural style inside the city mirrored that of the city walls, exuding a heavy industrial atmosphere.
Most of the shop signs along both sides of the street were hammered out of scrap metal sheets. Although covered in rust and left uncleaned, these signs gave off a dilapidated feel, yet this was precisely the city's peculiar scenery. Outside the entrances of certain schools, old tanks sat parked—undoubtedly discarded military products bought by the schools to serve as decorations. Their exteriors were so battered and worn that one had to wonder if they could still run at all.
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