Gao Tian subconsciously looked up.
Under the eyesight of an awakened person that transcends ordinary people, the slave slum at the edge of the field of vision looks very much like a slum in the real world.
Maybe it's like New Delhi, maybe it's like Brazil.
The mountains of garbage were crawling with scavengers carrying Lou Kuang on their backs.
Feces mixed with urine collect into "streams".
On the six to seven meter high city wall, soldiers with guns patrolled around casually.
The [Polaka] signboard made of pure gold is hung on the wall, reflecting faint light at dusk.
The city is very big, or the entire slave cave is very big.
Blue, gray, and white tents and iron boxes surrounded the city.
On the roads in all directions, convoys of cars were speeding in twos and threes.
Many slave-catching teams had an iron chain behind their vehicles, with a mass of bloody flesh hanging at the end of the chain.
Numb, with his hands and feet tied, the savage was placed on the back of the pickup truck like an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
Noisy, noisy.
Long-dead mummies were hung on hundreds of high concrete poles.
Around the city, there are four billboards that were moved from unknown places on the muddy ground.
On the billboard, words inlaid with various colored gemstones gleam:
"The Paradise City [Polaca] - welcome you."
Chapter completed!