District 3, Sixth Avenue, Apocalypse Rogue.

The people were the same, the shops were the same, yet Zhou Zheng felt they were different, so endearing.

Coming out of the Zhanjie Equipment Store, Chang Zhan behind him looked as if he had swallowed a fly, his face contorted with pain. The staff inside the store instinctively kept their distance, afraid his anger might spill over onto them.

"Get lost, get out of here right now, or I'll regret it."