The sky was gray, as if it was being pressed down by a large group of heavy lead clouds, and even the sun's light was blocked, leaving only a tiny bit of faint light.
Gu Ye was walking back and forth in the abandoned industrial area. Every time he took a step, the gravel and rusty metal fragments under his feet would rustle.
His eyes were like small flames, very bright, and he carefully checked every place where recyclable materials might be hidden. He held a simple iron rod in his hand and kept turning it, just waiting to be able to deal with it immediately when danger suddenly appeared.
