Shen Lianqi and His Friends
Editor: Tehrn
"Actually, I'm embarrassed to admit that I have no directional sense."
Red flames danced, casting a wavering light on Lin Sanjiu’s face. Roasted over the flames, the fats in the fish melted and oozed out like oil, which made a tantalizing sizzling sound. Every now and then, a few precious drops would fall into the fire, stirring the red flames.
"Besides, I’m unfamiliar with this place so I didn’t know I would end up at the bottom of the ocean after jumping 300km south." Shen Lianqi laughed wryly as he touched the pair of shoes in his hand as if out of pity." Even though The Munitions Factory has already stopped the production of this old model, this still costs a lot on the black market. I didn’t expect that it would be damaged by seawater. Sigh… The Munitions Factory probably didn’t design this anticipating that someone would jump into the ocean."