But he wasn't optimistic at all.
When it comes to power transitions, you never know what the outcome will be until the very last moment.
He was prepared to engage in a long-term struggle with the "Imperial Envoy" left behind by the conductor.
He didn't expect that they would depart the very night the modifications were completed.
Not even planning to stay for a single night.
So decisive that it made him feel a bit uneasy.
Someone from the logistics team called away Hu Shuo, probably because there were some issues while moving the lab equipment.
Old Yuan quickly walked up to Wan Hao, handed him a cigarette, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
"Really leaving?"
Wan Hao hadn't smoked for many years, but he still took it, walking to the windowsill and lighting it silently.
The armed train had already moved under the stairwell building.
The blue-black train was parked on the ground, letting the acid rain erode it, its cold, rugged stance inspiring awe.
