Lemon Camping Ground.
Qiao Meiqi looked at the desolate camp before him and sighed. He’d been to Lemon Camping Ground before and although it was tattered and small at that time, it was full of vitality. Now, not a soul was in sight.
Only the influential higher-ups were concerned about Lemon Camping Ground. Nevertheless, they were only paying attention to that wooden board and the remnant objects.
Yet, not many were interested in the massacre of Lemon Camping Ground.
To those powerful figures, Lemon Camping Ground was just a small territory with a small population. Dead or alive, it didn’t matter to them.
This was times of chaos.
Qiao Meiqi asked himself how many people would care if he died. His eyes regained their coldness. In this chaotic world, there was nothing more important than surviving. Sympathy was worthless.
He was waiting for Ai Hui.
They agreed on Lemon Camping Ground for their transaction location.