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Mud stood on the top of the abandoned vehicle, which had been eroded by wind and rain, almost losing its original color. He held a spray paint can that he had just found in a dilapidated store. His movements seemed a bit awkward, but also revealed a hint of determination. The night breeze gently blew, lifting specks of dust from his gray T-shirt, creating a small melody. He took a deep breath and aimed the spray paint can at the faded Rado City welcome sign, worn down by time. As the spray can hissed, rugged letters gradually formed on the sign, reflecting his current mood - angry and unyielding. The night breeze seemed to join in this monologue, gently dispersing the smell of the paint, letting it spread in the open ruins.
After completing his "artwork," Mud jumped down from the roof of the car, stood still, and turned to ask Chuchan, who was standing next to the car with a somewhat panicked expression, "Is this okay? Is the intimidation enough in what I wrote?" His voice sounded somewhat ethereal in the night breeze, but his gaze was expecting some kind of affirmation.
Chuchan looked around nervously, seeming worried that their actions might attract unnecessary attention. His voice trembled slightly, but he made an effort to maintain composure: "Yes... it's very nice." Despite his attempt to appear confident, his inner panic and uncertainty could be felt from his anxious gaze and slightly stiff body language.
Upon hearing Chuchan's response, Mud seemed somewhat reassured, but still involuntarily glanced at the sign to confirm that his threat was clearly visible. He understood that this message was both a warning and a challenge, a direct challenge to those who sought to disrupt the peace of their "home."
Under the night sky, this once bustling city now lies in ruins and silence. Mud and Chuchan are writing their own chapter of The Curse of the Wild on this desolate stage, using intimidation and provocation as their proof of survival in this post-apocalyptic world.
The two did not linger long, quickly leaving the scene and leaving behind a sign covered with fresh paint, standing lonely in the night breeze. The phrase "Your dog is here with us, come get it if you want!" seems to silently declare The Curse of the Wild's resilience and resistance to any challengers, foreshadowing an impending storm.
Mud and Chuchan marked their way along the desolate night road, stopping every so often for Mud to spray-paint a warning in a conspicuous spot. Under the night sky, apart from the roar of wild beasts and the low moan of the wind, the whole world seemed to be engulfed in an unusual silence, a silence that made one feel a strange unease.
Chuchan looked around as he walked, but apart from ruins and desolate buildings, they hardly encountered any signs of life. This sense of loneliness and desolation made him feel somewhat oppressed, and his thoughts began to drift aimlessly.
During a pause in painting, Chuchan couldn't help but break the silence, asking with a mix of curiosity and hesitation, "Um... Mud? Has Vivian ever done something similar before? Like, stepping on someone's head... or something like that?"
Mud stopped his movements, turned to look at Chuchan with a hint of complex emotion in his eyes. He remained silent for a while, as if searching for the right words to answer the question. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke with a subtly heavy tone, " Vivian... she's never been an easy opponent to deal with. Before? Hey, the things she's done, you probably wouldn't even dare to imagine. But this... this is the first time she's been so open, so direct. Her methods have always been ruthless, but this time... I think she's more serious than ever before."
Chuchan couldn't help but shiver at these words, feeling a sense of reality he had never experienced before - every day survived in the organization The Curse of the Wild was a close brush with death. He couldn't help but follow Mud even more closely, his fear of Vivian growing stronger. The night wind seemed to become even colder and more piercing.
Chuchan's voice sounded particularly faint in the night wind as he asked, "Is it because of Tanshao?" This question seemed to touch a sensitive nerve, causing Mud, who had been busy leaving threatening messages, to pause.
Mud turned around, his gaze cold and serious, with a hint of unquestionable severity: "Don't mention that bastard's name." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a barely perceptible anger. Chuchan felt the authority in Mud's words and nodded nervously to show understanding.
Mud picked up the spray can again, continuing his work, and slowly said, "We are following Vivian's little brother... at the very least, we should have some ethics and morals. Big sister's enemies are our enemies, understand?" His tone carried a resolute loyalty and belief, as if this was the last rule they upheld in this chaotic world.
Chuchan felt a surge of strength in Mud's words, which helped to calm his heart a little. He nodded again, expressing his agreement and support. In this wasteland, loyalty and unity seemed to be the only things that people on the edge could rely on.
Chuchan's curiosity seemed to be aroused, and his voice in the night carried a hint of confusion and puzzlement: "So... where did that bastard come from? It's like he just... suddenly appeared in The Curse of the Wild?" His eyes searched for Mud's reaction in the darkness, hoping to find some answers from him.
Mud shrugged as if he had pondered this question countless times but still had no answer. He casually tossed the empty spray paint can, the sound ringing out sharply in the quiet night: "I don't know either. That bastard is like a ghost, suddenly appearing. I don't know how he managed to get close to the boss." Taking out another can of spray paint from his pocket, Mud prepared to continue his tagging work.
"But one thing is certain," Mud paused before spraying, turning to Chuchan, "since that bastard appeared, the boss's level of trust in him has been increasing. His eerie ability is a significant advantage for us, but also a great threat." His voice carried a hint of depth, as if feeling a certain unease about Tanshao's presence.
Chuchan nodded, seemingly in deep agreement with Mud's words. He looked ahead at the painted road signs and ruins, feeling a hint of worry in his heart: In this post-apocalyptic world, how are trust and strength being redefined? And how will they find their place in such a world?
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