"How wonderful."
Someone said, taking out the hallucinogen he had secretly hidden. It was very dark here, and during goods inspection, there was always a chance for them to steal some things. A few others gathered around, wearing malicious smiles.
"I really envy them. We can only hide here and survive like rats."
Another person seemed somewhat pessimistic. Although this job was much better than scrambling around in the Lower City District, he still somewhat disliked it.
Em had been working here for a long time, sleeping in the corner every day. Food would be brought in during the transportation of goods. Life was quite stable, except for the poor environment.
Like many people from the Lower City District, Em was also an illegal immigrant. He had originally planned to showcase his skills in Old Dunling, but in the end, he could only survive like this.
"Cheer up, at least they've given us these things."
Another person came over and shared a hallucinogen with Em.
