Chapter 541 - I’m Happy When You Are Happy (1/2)
Chapter 541 I’m Happy When You Are Happy
The thickness of the old man’s face went way beyond what Zhang Heng imagined. After the rescue team arrived to deliver the gasoline, he offered to let Zhang Heng and head back with him.
“The high-speed rail will only be completed by the end of the year. You can either go back by ordinary train or long-distance bus. Besides, after that, you still have to travel some distance before you can get to the train station. I don’t think you can any cabs at this hour. We should go back together. Besides, I can keep you company as well.”
Zhang Heng thought for a while before finally agreeing to the old man’s proposal. He hopped into the driver’s seat and the old man sat beside him. Zhang Heng started the car, and the Volvo’s engine hummed to life. After twenty minutes, the two finally got out of the gra.s.slands. Since the rescue team only brought them two small barrels of fuel, Zhang Heng drove to the nearest gas station to fill up the tank.
The old man in the Tang suit took the opportunity to sneak into the small supermarket at the gas station and bought a large bag of snacks, half of which were sweets of all kinds. After getting into the car, he tore open a pack of marshmallows and handed a box of egg yolk pie and a pack of braised eggs to Zhang Heng.
“Hey, it’s almost dawn. Let’s have some breakfast before driving.”
Zhang Heng was browsing through the latest news in the player forum. The battle in the urban village had ended, but the outcome was not known for the time being. The Arc of Light blocked the news, and no statement was made. Other than that, Shen Xixi had not logged into the forum since midnight. Players hanging out on the forum were now waiting anxiously to acquire the latest updates of the battle. Other than that, many posts were discussing him on the forum. Zhang Heng took a quick look at it and turned off his laptop. He then started to devour the egg-yolk pie.
He had fought several battles in a row and was now famished.
The old man in the Tang suit looked at Zhang Heng. “Are you still angry with me for pulling you out of the battle?”
“Should I?” Zhang Heng asked, expressionless, as he finished the last bites of the pie and threw away the wrapping.
“To be honest, I don’t like Just.i.tia either. Roman mythology is like a pot of chowder. The folks pour everything into it and stir constantly. It looks good from the outside, but it might not taste as good in the mouth. They tend to mix up mythologies of the east and the west, even incorporating Greek and Egyptian mythology with folk religion. But you have to admit; they did a good job once. Now, most of them have fallen from grace. Just.i.tia is lucky. She tied herself to the law. Nowadays, n.o.body believes in G.o.ds and monsters anymore. They are more willing to believe in the law.” The old man babbled on as the Volvo pulled away from the gas station. In the rearview mirror, the staff on duty at the gas station walked back to the duty room with a yawn. “Let’s not talk about these frustrating things.”