Thick space junk floated around the planet, the only safe passage being a special channel reserved for planetary administrators. A batch of federally-funded resources below average standards would be transported to the planet every two months.,Most people still struggle to survive above the poverty line. 。District 22, the central district was still brightly lit with bustling crowds. 。As twilight approached, under the gloomy sky, two completely different scenes—bustling activity and deathly silence—coexisted in perfect harmony. 。,With a whoosh, Mu Fan stopped, his bright eyes shining at this moment. He stood at the edge of the jungle, sniffing the pungent scent of wild beasts in the air。