Wright, who was walking home from the Scottish Security Team, did not feel sleepy at all. Even the night was already past twelve o'clock and completely dark, and he could not feel sleepy at all.
Walking along the empty streets of District Z of Sogra, passing through the stinking ditches that still emitted a strange smell, Wright finally climbed up to the closed space on the wooden stairs that seemed like they could fall apart at any time.
It was still dark and gloomy here. Since the security team had taken away all the materials used to make the hot pot, including the aluminum pot, Wright could no longer suppress his emotions and cursed:
"Damn, are those guys from the Scottish Security Team bandits? They're stealing such a small amount of food! And they said it was for an investigation? Eating hot pot is actually related to a ceremony! Old man George is the same. He asked me to go to the dangerous frontier of Silent Highlands. You know, I just came back from a mission in the outer area with injuries, but he didn't worry at all. These barbarians who are just sitting there and eating for free! If we really meet the Careless People, it will definitely be Brett and I who will rush to the front. They are a bunch of traitors and Sc*m of the Scottish people!"
As Wright spoke, he couldn't suppress the anger that was coming from his heart and his rapidly racing blood, and he swung his fist and smashed it against the dim and dirty wall.
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