"In a zombie-filled world, he only thought of one man: strong, handsome, and cold. Sadly, that man barely knew him.
But they were drawn to each other, even in this second life after he'd gone back in time. It was more than just a love story in the a...
Yang Yifei, driven by the lingering echoes of his unsettling vision, decided to seek a moment of respite. He ventured into the village area of Heaven, the residential sector where the base's inhabitants lived their daily lives. As he walked, he noticed the subtle shift in the villagers' demeanor. They turned to observe him, their gazes a mix of curiosity and awe. His imposing presence and his undeniable good looks made him a subject of fascination.
He approached a guard stationed in the street in the white fang uniform. "Is there a pub here?" he inquired, his voice low and commanding. "Somewhere I can get a drink?"
"Yes, sir," the guard replied, his eyes widening slightly. "Go straight ahead until you see a pub called Odyssey. You can't miss it."
Yang Yifei nodded, thanking the guard before continuing his stroll. He soon spotted the pub, its warm, inviting glow spilling out onto the street. A small crowd of patrons stood outside, engaged in lively conversations and puffing on cigarettes. He paused for a moment, taking in the scene. It was a strange sight, a semblance of normalcy in a world ravaged by chaos.
He stepped inside, the familiar scent of stale beer and tobacco filling his nostrils. The pub was dimly lit, the warm glow of the overhead lamps casting long shadows across the room. He remembered, with a flicker of relief, that the concept of money was obsolete within the base. He didn't need to worry about paying for a drink. He could simply sit, relax, and try to make sense of the fragmented memories and unsettling visions that plagued his mind.
He approached the bar, the polished wooden surface reflecting the soft light. He took a seat on one of the leather-topped stools, the worn leather creaking softly beneath him. The bartender, a burly man with a friendly smile, approached him.
"What can I get for you?" the bartender asked, his voice booming.
Yang Yifei paused, considering his options. "Something strong," he replied, his voice rough. "Whiskey, perhaps?"
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The bartender, placed a heavy glass of amber liquid in front of Yang Yifei. The scent of oak and smoke wafted up. Yang Yifei took a sip, the whiskey burning a warm path down his throat, letting the alcohol loosen the knot of confusion that had been building in his head.
As he savored the warmth spreading through him, snippets of conversation from a nearby table drifted towards him.
"What gift did you get for the boss?" a man asked his companions, his voice a low rumble.
"Nothing yet." another replied with a shrug. "Does he even need anything? I wouldn't know whether to get him a plushie or a gun."
A chuckle rippled through the group. "Yeah, it's a tough one. My wife's making him a handmade combat suit." another man offered with a hint of pride.
"Well, it's your wife's gift, not yours." someone teased, earning a playful shove.
The conversation took a more serious turn. "Did you hear the latest?" one of them said, lowering his voice. "My girlfriend was at the other base – Zhou Feng's mansion – and she overheard something about us going up against the government. Apparently, they tried to capture our little boss to turn him into some kind of machine!"
