[I was said to be too vulgar. Too lazy to write, so I abandoned the article]
The only 3S-level sentry in Haven City, General Yan, has yet to find a suitable guide.
No one can restrain his rage.
On this day, a young man fell from the sky and fell into his arms. He slowly opened his eyes in Yan's warm embrace.
Those blue eyes, deeper than the sea, were like Graciel's merciless bullets.
Yan's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
Intention: Everything is the best arrangement of fate
