Li Yu didn't bother with these people for now. As for Jiefang City, he had done all he could.
Perhaps in their eyes, Li Yu hadn't given them enough face, but in this apocalyptic world, did face matter?
Without Li Yu, their Jiefang City would probably have fallen apart long ago.
What happened next was up to their own fate. He had no extra energy to care for these people, nor did he want to.
If they wanted to do such things, they would have to bear the consequences.
Without further ado, Li Yu got into the car and sped toward the base.
Recently, Li Yu felt worn out, and he didn't know why, but this tiredness seemed to permeate from his soul to his body, from his body into his heart.
He wanted to sleep well.
Since the apocalypse began, he had never had a good night's sleep, not even within the walls of the base, protected by its high walls, for he dared not fall into a deep sleep.
