This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 237.2: Just Because You Can Doesn't Mean You Should

Located on the edge of the forest, Remote Creek Town was as peaceful as ever.

Standing next to the barricade of wood, the marauder, with a Blade assault rifle hanging on his chest, yawned.

This shift from the second half of the night to the morning was the hardest.

Not only because of his exhaustion, but also anger.

Will someone really attack at this time?

At this point, except for the people who were on guard who were exhausted, everyone else was full of energy.

"When will this snow melt?" The marauder, who was holding a dog leash in his hand, said boredly.

"I don't know. If it's in the north, it'll probably be early February."

"Maybe earlier in the south, maybe next week? Or the week after that?"

"I can’t wait any more."

"Hahaha, coincidentally, me too!"

The two looked at each other, and invariably revealed a smile that everyone would understand.

Not just everyone, even the hyena lying beside the two of them growled...