Chen Ke hadn't had a conversation like this in a long time, one not about battle or spiritual energy, but about local customs and the everyday life of ordinary people. At this moment, Pihom seemed not like the leader of a robbery organization but a kindly federal elder.
The recent history of Opportunity City was like a scroll of waxing and waning fortunes, developing from an unnoticed inland small town into the world's car factory, and then dwindling into what it was today.
In these 50 years, generations living in Opportunity City went through earth-shattering changes, riding the waves of the era straight into the clouds, as if they could reach up and pluck the stars and the moon, only to be ground back into the dirt by the wheels of time, forced to leave their homes.
