Ren Zhong had long had a deep understanding of the injustice and cruelty of the world.
But when it wasn't his problem, even though there was anger in his heart, it was like a rootless duckweed, ethereal and elusive.
Knowing it was omnipresent, visible, seemingly within reach, yet when reaching out, it was merely an illusion.
It wasn't until injustice and cruelty bluntly descended upon him that Ren Zhong's anger found a sudden outlet, like a fierce tiger unleashed.
He was completely defenseless.
He was furious!
Curled up under the frozen storage, Ren Zhong cursed the heavens.
Fuck you!
Fuck your grass and everything else!
Fuck this dog-eat-dog world!
Fuck this Source Star!
After a long while, his curses took a break.
A warrior with no choice must face the bloody reality head-on.
Damn it!
Died again.
The origins of the incident are twofold.
Four hours before "Ren Zhong's Time," slightly past ten in the morning, Zheng Tian's team was cheerfully singing and fighting.
