This Repair Shop was fairly large. On the east side, several heaps of vehicle wreckage rose like small mountains, mixed with the pockmarked shells of military vehicles and Rune Machinery.
On the west side stood a three-story repair workshop. Through the windows, one could vaguely see the massive, varied repair equipment inside, spraying showers of dazzling Mars.
To the south was a test track laid out like wilderness terrain and filled with obstacles, designed specifically to test the limits of off-road vehicles.
At that moment, several bizarrely modified off-road vehicles were charging wildly through waist-deep mud, their Crystal Engines all roaring like snarling beasts.
The entrance lay to the north, with a somewhat weathered sign hanging above it.
Though mottled with rust, it was clearly forged from thick armored steel plates, faintly exuding the scent of metal and gunpowder.
It was clear that this Repair Shop was highly skilled and doing brisk business.
In just a few minutes, quite a few customers came through its doors.
And it was not particularly strange for a university teacher driving a mid-range family sedan to appear here.
Because monsters ran rampant, private auto insurance had never been particularly developed in Dragon City.
When vehicles were damaged, owners usually had to bear their own losses.
So, even if the seller of a sedan had its own official repair center—
Private owners often still drove their vehicles to Repair Shops like this one, where the expertise was solid and the charges relatively low.
Yet Meng Chao remained convinced that there was something wrong with this Repair Shop.
Because there were simply too many surveillance cameras here—too new, too professional.
Not only were the four corners of the Repair Shop and every route leading in and out of the repair workshop fitted with the most advanced