Year 2056, in a city in the Yuan Jiang Su Jin area. On top of a ruined, shattered six story residential apartment sits a teenager wearing a combat vest, militaristic trousers, and alloyed battle boots. On his back is a hexagonal shield and equipped is a blood-shadow battle knife. He sits there silently on the edge of the roof. At this time, the sparkling sky was shining and there was a refreshing breath within the air that blew towards him. However, there was only silence within the ruined, deserted city, with an occasional howl that makes your heart skip a beat.
July 29th, dawn was a bit hot and humid.
Inside Jiang-Nan pagoda.
"Luo Feng, Luo Feng!" Zhao Ruo's clear voice rang around the entire pagoda.
"Senior" Luo Feng appeared on the balcony of the second floor of the pagoda and looked at Zhao Ruo below, "yelling this early in the morning, do you need something?"
"Need something? How can you be so calm as if nothing ever happened?" Zhao Ruo's eyes widened, "I just heard everything while eating breakfast at the cafeteria. You're going to have a staked match with Candace this afternoon..... and, you, you actually dared to bring the stakes to 10 billion?"
10 billion was a large number even for a wargod.
Even though these geniuses were all rich from the stuff they received from various organizations and countries, they still have to spend money on instruction manuals, battle uniforms, etc. Unless they have absolute confidence, who would stake 10 billion?
"Hurry up and tell me, is this true?" urged Zhao Ruo.
"It's true" nodded Luo Feng.