The night of a modern city is vibrant with neon lights.
The colorful neon lights illuminate Tokyo, turning it into a Sleepless City.
Tokyo in the eighties and nineties, though not as prosperous as later times, was at its peak with neon lights flourishing, and its pure lively atmosphere and consumption ability exceeded expectations.
It seemed everyone in this era was in a state of celebration.
However, amid this atmosphere, sandbags were piled on tall buildings, equipped with various machine gun positions, standing out conspicuously.
Da Piao Liang's troops and Neon's own guard forces were distributed here, seemingly guarding the hustle and bustle below.
Two Neon soldiers leaning against the rooftop, though on duty, smoked and chatted with some excited enthusiasm.
"This world, who knows if it's good or bad."
"I think it's a blessing from Amaterasu, granting us a piece of longed-for land!"
