Tang Shaoyang opened his eyes and found himself standing within a line. There was a person with plate armor in front of him. The loud chatter filled his ear, the unpleasant odor assaulted his nose, the smell of someone who had not taken a bath for days. The smell did not just come from the person in front of him but from all the people around him.
He furrowed his brow, not expecting the smell would bother him this much. Maybe it had been a long time since he smelled the bad odor. Back then, when he was just a street thug, he smelled this kind of odor every day. In fact, this was not the worst one, but maybe because of his enhanced sense that made this worse.
