"Hmm?" Jiang Shu walked on the streets of First District, glancing at the graffiti scattered about, a curious expression forming in his mind.
These flame-like patterns, he had seen quite a number of them along the way.
Big and small, some artistically modified, but evidently, they depicted the same thing.
He initially thought that such graffiti were merely symbols or characteristics of certain neighborhoods, but after passing through several blocks, he still saw them.
Street corners, walls, utility poles, bus stops, and signs in front of shops–any blank space on the street could potentially be painted with these flames.
It was as if the area had been devoured by flames.
Additionally, Jiang Shu saw several youths dressed in uniform black outfits. Their attire was neat and vibrant, adorned with a red flame emblem on their chests, faces bright with positive smiles.
Continuing down this street, the more Jiang Shu walked, the stranger he found these people's spirit to be.
