Yilan City
Sunlight from the sky illuminated the outside of the gate, spreading golden rays.
The dense City Defense Army blocked the narrow door corridor, surrounding a gentle-looking man with fair skin in his forties.
Outside the gate, a vaguely visible crowd was bustling.
Bang—
He Ao observed the pollution detection device exploding once again in his view, and a question mark gradually appeared over his head.
"Uh, Mr. Pete," the captain in protective clothing nonchalantly stuffed the detector back into his pocket and said with a smile, "Welcome to Yilan City."
"What is this—?" He Ao glanced at the half-destroyed detector, "I remember the last time I came, it should have been you? We should... know each other?"
"Uh," the captain coughed again, "Hasn't it been a year since you came? You also didn't bring any identification, so we had to verify your identity, follow the protocol, so I can report up."
