In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,Those two guys from Continent F and Continent Z, in Zhou Yi's eyes, were just bored troublemakers. They had been arguing for so many years, endlessly, but neither of them could get the upper hand. Now that they finally had a holiday, who would bother with their nonsense They all hid here to avoid it, yet they still wouldn't let anyone be at peace.,After sending away a group of troublesome people, Zhou Yi put his belongings into a black backpack and took out the hot dishes from the kitchen. He sat in the yard and ate them up. Over the years, he had developed the habit of cooking for himself. Not long after, he finished his meal.。