Vatican.
"Ah, I didn't expect that after so many years, I would still return here, it's kind of nostalgic."
Looking at the dilapidated walls around him, Hao Jian sighed. When he came here before, it was empty, but now, stepping in once more, it's full of skyscrapers, building after building, virtually an advanced city.
However, when Hao Jian walked into this city, which was a stark contrast with the sandstorms outside, a child suddenly ran past him.
"Hmm?"
A cold gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes, Hao Jian's hand moved swiftly, slapping his pocket, and he saw a small hand was reaching into his pocket trying to grab the wallet inside.
"Kid, didn't your parents teach you not to take things randomly?" Hao Jian spoke to the child in Vatican's language.
