City of Injustice.
Iron Rust Alley.
The force field isolated the noise of the outside world, leaving only the silent wind brushing against the rusty metal pipes and mottled brick walls, emitting a low whimpering sound.
A heavy scent of rust mixed with faint bloodiness permeated the narrow, twisted alley.
"Cough... cough cough..."
The suppressed cough was particularly piercing in the silence.
Lu Jiuyuan was almost dragging and half-holding Lv Chen.
He staggered around a corner piled with discarded oil barrels.
The gray trench coat he wore, originally neat, was torn in several places, soaked with dark red blood stains, and his face was grazed and dirty.
Lv Chen, whom he was supporting, was in an even worse condition.
His complexion was as pale as paper, his lips cracked and bloodless.
